The Mistress Scandal

Heart thudding sickeningly, Alice listened to the awful inevitability of that we. Gabriel MacAlllister was the last person in the world she wanted to be classed as we with. She tried hard to respond to Sophie’s nervous grin as she vanished.

‘Would you like to see the garden?’

Impersonal, polite … No need to panic; polite conversation she could deal with. Sophie hadn’t given away any vital information. He’d have been bound to learn she was a widow eventually if he stayed around the area.

‘I believe you have a fine collection of old English roses here,’ she responded stiltedly.

‘Have we?’ The offhand shrug of his broad shoulders displayed not a scrap of interest in horticultural heritage as he placed a light but insistent hand against her shoulder-blade. ‘I wouldn’t know. We do have very old English plumbing, though,’ he supplied helpfully. ‘It precedes the building by several centuries. I suspect it came over with William the Conqueror. Charming, if you like cold showers.’

It wasn’t a question of like, more need she concluded, tearing her eyes from his hawkishly perfect profile. The sweat not absorbed by her light cotton bra had pooled uncomfortably in the rounded hollow between her breasts. The tingling in her nipples made her acutely conscious of the area.

Alice gave a condescending sniff. When the going got tough, some people headed straight back to their air-conditioning and indoor pools—well, she could hope, couldn’t she?

‘Why did you lease the place, then, if it’s s … sub-standard?’

‘I didn’t … well, only on Greg’s behalf. There’s a dearth of rentable property around here, and I persuaded him purchasing might be a bit premature. He thinks becoming a householder will give him gravitas and convince your sister of his good intentions.’

‘She probably won’t be so impressed if she knows you’re paying the bill.’ Alice was gently panting as she reached a near trot. His long legs were making very few concessions to her less impressive limbs.

‘Oh, I don’t know. She struck me as a very sensible sort of girl.’ He came to such an abrupt stop she almost bumped into him.

Hands outstretched, anticipating a collision, Alice found her palms slapping up against his chest.

‘S … sorry,’ she stammered, after a telltale gap of total immobility.

A gap during which panic and something far more sinister had uncoiled hotly in the pit of her belly. His short-sleeved polo shirt was fine knitted cotton and she could almost feel the texture of the dark curling hair that lightly covered his broad chest.

Her tingling fingertips felt remarkably reluctant to relinquish the contact as she drew jerkily back.

‘Here’ll do, I think.’

‘Do for what?’

He got straight to the point. ‘Why didn’t you tell me on Friday that you were a widow?’

‘Why …?’ It wasn’t hard under the circumstances to assume a dumb expression. She felt slow and stupid.

‘Like it didn’t come up in the conversation.’ He drawled. His languid tone was not reflected in his face; he looked remarkably angry in a dark, dangerous broody had sort of way. ‘I was slagging the guy off, if you recall.’

She did. ‘I don’t go around explaining details of my personal life to perfect strangers,’ she replied with studied defiance.

This angry statement struck Gabriel as being bizarre—under the circumstances. His eyes darkened as some of the personal details he did know about her came to mind—like the tiny oval mole on her left shoulder and the silver appendix scar just below the shapely crest of her right hip.

‘Even when you’ve shared your body with that perfect stranger?’ His mobile lips formed a cruel parody of a smile.

There were perfect strangers and perfect, as in flawless strangers, Alice thought, her eyes reluctantly studying the angular perfection of his lean face. Did he think she was likely to forget?

‘That was a long time ago,’ she said in a hushed voice.

‘About as long as your husband’s death?’ And was the tragic expression in her wide eyes reserved for that event or sleeping with him?

Alice’s shoulders hunched forward defensively, but she just shook her head mutely.

‘Do I look like him?’ Glancing quickly up, she saw his expression suggested he didn’t much care for this idea. His sharp cheekbones jutted through the tightly stretched smooth olive skin of his face. He had the sort of bone structure that would make a sculptor automatically reach for his chisel.

‘Not really.’

‘Your sister seemed to think …’

‘Superficially, perhaps!’ she snapped. ‘You’re the same height, build, and similar colouring.’

‘Is that why you were looking at me that night? Because you thought I was him?’ He took hold of her shoulders and Alice looked helplessly up at him.

‘For a second,’ she admitted, hoping he’d let the damned subject drop, but not getting her hopes up. He was the sort of person who could extract the last drop of blood from the most uncooperative stone. ‘I suppose I wanted you to be him,’ she reflected, with a frown.

Didn’t everyone want to go back and say the things they wanted to say—unsay the things they wished they hadn’t? Would she ever forget or forgive herself for those savage sentiments? The last things she’d ever said to Oliver.

Gabriel’s chest lifted as he inhaled deeply. His expression had grown curiously still.

‘How long had you been widowed?’ His eyes were now focused on a point over her head.

‘It was the day of the funeral.’

Gabriel gave a harsh, incredulous gasp before he let go of her shoulders. Alice watched him walk up to a large yew tree. He rubbed one finger slowly down the coarse-textured bark before turning abruptly back to face her.

‘You used me.’ It was an incredulous statement, not a question.

She gave a low, disbelieving grunt. ‘You can dish it up, but you can’t take it. Is that the problem here?’ She found this classic display of male double standards staggering. He glared at her in brooding irritation. ‘What were you doing to me if it wasn’t using?’

‘Don’t you remember?’ Wouldn’t that be the final irony, he reflected grimly, when he could recall every touch, every erotic little catch of breath.

Gabriel wasn’t entirely sure why he felt this angry—this betrayed. It had only been a one-night stand, but then that was only half the truth too. One night it might have been, but it was the one night by which his every potential sexual encounter would be measured in the future, and found wanting. He knew this for a fact.

No woman had ever responded to him as she had, with such uninhibited pleasure. Every man probably had a fantasy lover, but few ever met them in the flesh—perhaps, he reflected grimly, they were the lucky ones!

After three years he could still hear her husky sobs of pleasure as he’d touched her and she’d touched him. He could recall the precise erotic journey her skilful fingers and lips had made over his skin. She’d displayed an insatiable curiosity for his body and what pleased him … what made him wild. His eyes darkened and his body responded helplessly to the memory. Gabriel didn’t like being a helpless victim of his own lusts.

Now he didn’t even have the illusion that it had been him she’d been moaning or begging for. She’d been closing her eyes and thinking of another man. Only her eyes hadn’t been closed; they’d been wide open and deep drowning cornflower-blue.

The glazed, almost other-worldly quality in her expression seemed suddenly all too explicable. He’d been a macabre substitute! She’d been laying a ghost—quite literally!

The next time she’d know exactly who it was she was making love to, he vowed grimly. She’d been his totally that night and she would be again. The next time he was going to make her admit it.

‘I do have a hazy recall.’

Gabriel’s sharp inhalation made Alice regret her aggressively flippant response.

‘I was hurting. I wanted someone to hold me.’ That was only half the story, but she wasn’t about to go into any of the painful details. As for her motivation—even after three years she hadn’t quite fathomed that one out herself. There were some things that were better left well alone.

‘We did a lot more than hold.’

A sudden light gust of wind blew her fine hair around her face and made the fine georgette blouse she wore billow softly. The material lifted it exposed the gentle indentation just above her navel. Her skin was smooth as silk and creamy pale.

‘One thing led to another …’ she reflected miserably. Glancing up, she saw his dark eyes were fixed on the small exposed area of skin around her midriff, and the restless, hungry expression she glimpsed made her swallow nervously. ‘I’m not proud …’ She pulled her jacket tight at the waist and told herself only a fool would find such dangerous scrutiny stimulating.

Gabriel’s jaw tightened. Now that made him feel one hell of a lot better!

‘We didn’t work up to anything. The way I recall it we started at the top,’ he growled bluntly, ‘and stayed there.’

Alice’s fractured sigh was audible.

Good! She remembered all right, he thought, savagely pleased to see confirmation in the faint distressed quivering movements of her long sensitive fingers.

The door had closed and she had pressed her fingers to his lips. ‘Don’t talk,’ she’d pleaded.

She hadn’t wanted to think; she had just wanted to feel—feel something that she’d instinctively known would blank out the pain and fill the emptiness within her. She had boldly delivered herself up into the hands of a total stranger, but oddly that hadn’t frightened her.

He hadn’t spoken—not then. They’d both been too impatient to even undress the first time. She’d ripped ineffectually at his clothes in the grip of a lustful frenzy like nothing she’d ever experienced before.

The piercing pleasure of that first kiss, the extraordinary, indescribable mixture of lust and tenderness, had made her go as limp as a rag doll. Gabriel had supported her then, displaying a virile strength that had excited her deeply. The need within her as he’d pressed his hard, aroused body up against hers had been immediate and total.

In total contrast to that swift, urgent coupling Gabriel had undressed her later with agonising slowness. He’d made up for his previous silence too, telling her as he peeled off each garment exactly what he was going to do to her and what she was going to do in return. Even as his insidiously sexy voice had dripped like honey all over her Alice hadn’t quite been able to believe that people said such things! By the time she’d been naked Alice had been in a state of agonised arousal, almost begging him—Who was she kidding? She had begged him!

‘That wasn’t me …’ she protested weakly. Am I trying to convince him or myself? she wondered.

‘No?’ He reached out and ran a finger down the length of her neatly trimmed hair. The pad of his fingertip rested briefly on the curve of her jaw before falling away. ‘Despite the puritanical haircut, you look remarkably similar.’

‘You know what I mean.’ The casual contact had butterflies running riot in her belly. This is sexual deprivation talking, Alice Lynn, she told herself severely. Pull yourself together!

She’d been too involved with Will, and a lot of the time simply too tired from the demands of this solo job to admit she had any needs that weren’t being met. Her body was letting her know just how wrong she’d been with a vengeance right now. It had been bound to happen some time—only not now, please, not with him!

‘You were there in body but not in spirit,’ Gabriel suggested with a sneer. ‘Actually,’ he leered, ‘it’s the body I’m interested in.’

‘Tell me something I don’t know.’ She was obviously certifiable to find such a crudely phrased intent a turn-on.

Alice gasped when without warning his fingers curled in the shiny bangs of hair either side of the perfect oval of her face. He lowered his face down to her level, angling her face upwards and bringing his nose within an inch of her own.

‘You were mine body and soul that night. Deny it if you can!’

‘I’m warning you, I had garlic for lunch—lashings of it.’ Eyes screwed up tight, she issued this dire warning from between clenched teeth. It was the best form of defence she could come up with at short notice, and she wasn’t surprised to feel the sudden vibration of silent laughter in his chest.

If he kissed her she didn’t know what she’d do, but she could hazard a fairly accurate guess. It was the guesswork, that and the fragrant warmth of his breath, that was in danger of turning her into a gibbering wreck.

For Will’s sake she had to keep him at arm’s length, no matter how attractive she found him. Or is it for my sake? a cynical voice in the back of her mind inconveniently asked. Didn’t her son have the right to know who his real father was? Didn’t a man have the right to know he had a son? No! He hadn’t had procreation on his mind when he’d invited a total stranger to share his bed.

‘You say the most seductive things, angel.’

‘I’m not an angel.’

‘That’s a weight off my mind.’

‘Why are you doing this?’ He must have plenty of women, why the hell did he want her?

‘Because you were the best sex I’ve ever had,’ he told her frankly.

When her shocked eyes flickered open she found Gabriel looked inexplicably angry, as though he resented the admission he’d just made.

Alice was finding it hard to breathe properly. Had she really been that hot?

‘Do you always say exactly what you’re thinking?’ There was no sign of tenderness in his austerely beautiful face to soften the stark honesty of his comment. Irrelevantly she noted that his lashes were the thickest and lushest she’d ever seen on a man. Her son would have those lashes when he was older, and the eyes too.

He laughed then, and it was a dangerously attractive sound—almost as attractive as the flash of very white even teeth in his dark face.

‘If I did that I might get arrested, or maybe my face slapped. Or maybe not …?’ He speculated. ‘The fact is,’ he said, allowing his thumbs to move in a soft, exploratory fashion over the angle of her firm jawline, ‘everything since that night has been a bit of an anticlimax—in the bedroom department. I told myself if I ever met you again I’d take you to bed for a week—a month—however long it took to get you out of my system. Until today I thought you were married …’

‘And that made a difference,’ she grated hoarsely.

He really was absolutely incredible! Gabriel came right out and said things other people would blush to even think! A week! Her ribs felt in imminent danger of disintegration as her heart pounded thunderously within her tight chest. A month! The very idea! She felt sick—she felt something!

‘We’ve all got our little moral hang-ups,’ he murmured regretfully.

‘Some of us less than others,’ she responded faintly.

She couldn’t believe he had the gall to talk about morals! But then her membership of the moral high ground was distinctly shaky under the circumstances, she recalled reluctantly.

‘You shouldn’t beat yourself up about our one-night stand,’ he soothed, ladling on the sardonic understanding with a heavy hand.

‘I wasn’t talking about me!’ she hissed.

‘You’re not as tall as I remembered.’

‘Sorry,’ she responded ironically. She’d probably disappoint him in a lot of other ways too. Not that she was going to put herself in a position where he could match his memories to reality.

‘No criticism implied. Only when we made love the first time—’

‘Had sex,’ she snapped. There had been no mention of love when he’d said she was the best sex he’d ever had! She listened with dismay to the unmistakable sound of bitterness in her own voice.

‘You were wearing those high heels. Now you’re not wearing anything nearly as sexy—in the shoe department, that is.’

She would have glanced automatically towards her sensibly shod feet if he hadn’t had other ideas. As far as Gabriel was concerned she was looking at him until he decided otherwise.

She flushed angrily at her own passive acceptance of this restraint. Anyone would think she was enjoying it. It was about time she made it quite clear this was definitely not the case!

‘Let me go!’

‘Kiss me, and I’ll think about it. I’m willing to risk the garlic …’

It terrified her to realise how attractive she might have found this offer had the circumstances been entirely different.

‘You know you want to,’ he taunted softly. His eyes rested pointedly on the prominent outline of her nipples as they chafed against the thin layers of her clothes.

It was then Alice kicked him hard on the shins. He was crude, vile and unforgivably correct about her feelings. She heard him grunt in pain as she turned and began to run. She’d only taken a couple of strides before a hand on her shoulder swung her around.

‘The offer still stands,’ he said, wrapping one arm firmly around her ribcage.

His chest was rising, though not as rapidly as her own, which gave the impression she’d just done five thousand metres not five.

It would be undignified to struggle, not to mention pointless. There was only one way to prove to him that she wasn’t the person he remembered—not really. That night had been the result of a set of freak circumstances; it couldn’t be repeated.

Oliver had been her only lover until his death. They’d had an enjoyable sex life, familiar, pleasant and comfortingly predictable, at least until that dreadful last year, but it had never been going to set the world alight. She wasn’t that sort of person.

She grabbed a handful of his shirt to steady herself, hooked one hand behind his neck and tugged his head down. She placed her lips firmly against his mouth with every intention until the final moment of contact to withdraw almost immediately.

That was before a depth charge went off in her nervous system. The electrical flash extended all the way down to her curling toes. With a humiliating lack of hesitation, which she would later reflect upon bitterly, she accepted—even welcomed—the lustful lunge of his tongue into the moist recesses of her mouth.

The texture of his lips, the taste of him, the marvellous proximity of his hard, lean, aroused body was a heady cocktail of sheer undiluted erotic bliss.

‘This is terrible!’ she gasped when, true to his word, Gabriel released her. Alice hugged her arms around herself protectively.

Gabriel raked a hand through his thick sleek dark hair. For once he didn’t appear to have a slick retort to hand.

‘Why terrible?’ Alice didn’t notice that he sounded distracted.

‘Because I liked it.’

Gabriel smiled and let the tepid like pass. ‘So did I.’

She’d noticed, but she tried not to do so too obviously now, as she struggled to keep her fraught gaze on his face. The hot melting sensation between her thighs didn’t dissipate even when good taste won out over crude desire.

‘Is that a bad thing?’

‘I don’t do casual sex.’ The sardonic quirk of one eyebrow made her flush. ‘Normally.’

‘Neither do I … normally.’ Gabriel had never felt less casual in his life.

‘I have a son.’

‘Keep this quiet, only mothers have been known to have sex,’ he told her in sarcastic hushed undertones.

‘Not this one,’ she responded unthinkingly, with such feeling that he gave a deep growl of laughter. ‘I didn’t mean it like …’ she faltered, biting her lips in vexation. What a time to be spontaneous!

‘Then how did you mean it?’

Gabriel watched as she opened her mouth several times—he could think of worse things to look at than the full soft outline—in an attempt to place a less controversial interpretation on her words before eventually lapsing into a pink-cheeked resentful silence.

‘Your last time was with me, wasn’t it?’ He wasn’t a vain man, but he couldn’t repress a strong surge of complacency.

‘I’m not in the market for an affair.’

‘After three years?’

He made it sound extraordinary that she’d lasted three minutes. What did he think she was—a sex junkie? Taking into account how she’d behaved that night, Alice realised as a fresh wave of horror submerged her that that was exactly what he was likely to think.

‘Celibacy seems remarkably attractive when the alternative is sex with you!’

‘A challenge?’ he enquired silkily, looking in no way disturbed by her rash declaration.

He sounded as though he’d enjoy making her retract her claim. The bad part was she knew that he could.

‘No, it wasn’t,’ she admitted stiltedly, already regretting her reckless response.

‘You lashed out—I make you panic.’ The air of benevolent understanding didn’t sit easily with the prowling hunger in his eyes. ‘I wonder why?’

Alice exhaled noisily. ‘You can ask that? You calmly say you’re going to take me to bed for a week and I’m supposed to be calm. Panic!’ she squeaked indignantly. ‘Anyone would panic.’ She paused and drew breath into her hungry lungs.

‘I can think of several people of the female variety who would be flattered, at the very least.’

‘You’re so full of yourself,’ she jeered, examining the complacency of his thin-lipped smile with growing dislike. He was the sort of man to whom things—including women—especially women—had always come far too easily.

And I didn’t exactly break the trend, did I?

The slow smile that that spread across his face was devilish. She couldn’t understand why she hadn’t noticed his similarity to the guy with the pointy tail before.

‘I think I’d prefer it if you were full of me. I think you would too.’

It was a full twenty seconds before the scandalous imagery of this crude, shocking statement hit her. ‘I … you …’ she choked.

The desire that ran through her veins was hot and thick. She had obviously lost all sense of decency, she concluded, horrified by the tingling currents of excitement created by the abrupt hormonal overload. Her breasts were straining against her thin bra; her body was almost audibly humming with mindless desire.

The thick veils of dark lashes brushed against the high crest of his cheekbones and Gabriel’s nostrils flared.

‘As one,’ he agreed throatily, looking directly at her.

She cleared her throat noisily. If she fell in heap now he’d think she made a habit of it. It wasn’t easy to remain upright.

‘I suppose you think talking like that is a turn-on!’ she sneered.

‘I can only speak for myself. And you can probably see for yourself how turned on I am.’

Alice gave a mortified little moan. ‘You’re the most vulgar man I’ve ever met!’ It was a struggle after what he’d said to keep her eyes on his face.

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