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and snow covered fields. There were none of her or her family.
    Tess came through a few minutes
later carrying two steaming cups of coffee. He saw her concentrating on the
liquid inside. He guessed she was trying not to spill the contents. The
apartment smelt like chocolate and lemon.
    She placed the mugs on the coffee table, and then using her fingers
around the rim she handed him his mug. Tess let out a hiss as the heat burned
the tips of her fingers. He took the cup from her as quickly as possible.
Duncan
didn’t like the
thought of her hurt and felt all his protective instincts rise to the surface.
He’d never felt anything like it. Women meant nothing to him. Tess was screwing
with his head.
    It’s only because you haven’t fucked
her yet. He tried
to reassure himself, failing miserably. It took all of his willpower for him to
just sit there and not make sure she hadn’t burned herself too badly.
    She took the seat across from him, her gaze going everywhere in the room
rather than look at him.
    He tasted the coffee. The look of revulsion on his face made her
chuckle. The coffee tasted bitter and disgusting. He’d never tasted anything so
awful.  
    “What is this stuff?” He held up the cup as if it was a contaminated
toxic waste bucket. She laughed more, the sound glorious to hear. Her whole
face brightened up with her chuckles.  
    “This stuff,” she took a healthy gulp, “is a cheap brand of instant
coffee.” A bit more sheepishly she said, “It’s the only one I can afford.” Her
cheeks burned a bright red. “You develop a taste for it, eventually. I know
you’re not used to this stuff. I’d offer you something else, but all I have is
tap water.”  
    He put the cup down on the coffee table. His mouth tasted awful. He’d
make sure she’d never have to drink horrid coffee again.
    “Do you like French food?”
Duncan
loved French cuisine. It was something his mother used to love to cook before
she decided the kitchen was no place for a lady with money. He wondered what
his mother would think of Tess. She wouldn’t approve his choice.
Duncan
was pleased he
wasn’t a mummy’s boy who listened to everything his parent said.  
    “I don’t know. I’ve never had French food before. I’ve seen it cooked on
the television. It always looks expensive.”
    He chuckled. Her cheeks went a darker shade of red with her blush. He
found her honesty refreshing. So many women wanted to talk designer clothes or
the latest gossip that he wasn’t interested in. Tess had something more about
her.  
    “I’m going to take you to dinner tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up around
eight tomorrow night.” He stood up ready to leave.
    “What? You don’t need to take me to dinner.” Her coffee cup joined his
on the table as she stood up. She moved closer to him. He watched as her eyes
widened when he placed his hands on her shoulders to steady her.
Duncan
saw her breasts
rising and falling as her breaths deepened. She was as affected by his presence
as he was by her.
    “I know I don’t have to, but I will. My secretary will send over the
appropriate dress.” He cupped her cheek, not backing away. Her skin was silky
smooth like he imagined. She didn’t pull away. With his other hand he sank it
into the wild length of his hair. Her hair was silkier than her skin. He heard
her moan as he touched her neck.
Duncan
tilted her head back for him to see her eyes clearly. He wanted to see every
reaction on her pretty face.
    Her eyes dilated while her lips slightly parted for him.
Duncan
saw the
vulnerability in her eyes. She’d never felt anything like this, he was sure of
it. He wasn’t strong enough to resist the temptation of her lips. He claimed
her lips, the plump softness opening beneath him. He grabbed a fistful of her
hair, deepening the kiss while pressing his body against hers. She was soft and
welcoming. Her hands ran up his chest to circle his neck. Her eyes were closed
as he captured her kiss, plunging