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Bought For Her Innocence. Tara Pammi
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isbn 9781472099143
Автор произведения Tara Pammi
Жанр Контркультура
Серия Mills & Boon Modern
Издательство HarperCollins
“Strip, Dmitri.”
“Usually I’m filled with uncontainable anticipation at that command from a woman,” he said with an exaggerated leer, “but give back the kit to Stavros, Jasmine.”
Unbuttoning his shirt, Dmitri pulled it off his wound. Only a jerk of his mouth betrayed his pain. Ridges of leanly sculpted muscles defined his broad chest, only a smattering of dark hair dotting the olive-toned skin.
Her cheeks instantly tightened, her mouth dry as Jasmine tried to not stare. She took a step toward him, determined to act normal. “I’ll make it fast.”
Dmitri glared at her. “I’d rather you not touch me at all.”
“Why not? I’ve sewed up so many of Andrew’s wounds growing up that I—”
“Like Stavros pointed out so well, we don’t know where you and your hands have been. And yes, you are supertough to have made it all on your own for so many years... But we both know that you are a little fragile right now, ne? You were crawling all over me on the bike and—”
“Because you were driving like a maniac,” she yelled, her face heating up.
“—and a minute ago, you got upset at the sight of the small gash. I’d rather you not look at me with those sad, puppy eyes while you tend to me as if this was some grand reunion that we both have been breathlessly waiting for for years. My generosity toward you is fast disappearing and the cut burns like hell.”
The kit fell from her fingers, thudding like a drum in the silence.
There were so many offensive things in there that for a second, she couldn’t even sift through them all. Only stood weightless while the cruelty in his words carved through her.
Then the slow, merciful burn of humiliation spread across her throat and cheeks, merciful because anything was better than that hollow ache, her ribs squeezing her lungs tighter and tighter.
His words should not have touched her. He was nothing to her. She had hated him for years on principle. And yet his words knocked the breath out of her.
Was it because she had never been so literally saved from a situation before? Because, for most of her life, she had only depended on herself, and seeing a man like Dmitri come to her aid was warping her sense of reality?
Or was she just like her mum after all? One kind word from a man and she was ready to fall over herself and into his arms?
She struggled to hold his gaze but she did, pouring all the hatred, for him and for herself, into that look.
“You’re right. I’m not myself...” She drew in a shuddering breath. “And you... You’re not...”
His face was a tight mask over his angular features, his eyes suddenly hauntingly vulnerable. “Do not assume to know me, Jasmine.”
She shook her head, feeling immensely weary. “No, I don’t, do I? Have your cut looked at or let it fester and rot you, for all I care. I need a little more of your precious time and then I want out of here.”
Holding her shoulders rigidly, she turned.
The sympathy in Leah’s eyes was much too real, and Jasmine steeled herself against it. Stumbling through the lounge, she ducked into the first room and closed the door behind her and then walked into the en-suite bathroom.
A sea of white marble greeted her. With a tub long and wide enough for her to swim in, with gleaming gold taps, cold porcelain tiles and thick, fluffy towels, it was her version of paradise.
Tempted as she was to soak in the bath, she stripped and headed for the shower, needing to wash off the fear and grime of the past two days. If only she could so easily wash off the stink of her life...
The moment the water hit her, something in her unraveled. With a deep breath, Jasmine let the tears that had been threatening all night, out.
Only once, Jas, she warned herself.
She would cry just this once, without caring what it meant. She would let herself be weak just this one time. And then she would walk out and not look back.
She had been right in rejecting his offer of money when Andrew had died.
With the hatred of a thousand suns, she promised herself she would never set eyes on Dmitri Karegas again after tonight.
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