“You should keep her on a leash.”
Chantelle felt her wrist grabbed in his hard vice-like grip as David yanked her away with him. “Did you just hear what that bastard said?” she spluttered, not sure who she was most angry with, those group of morons or the way David had treated her like a spoiled child, not even defending her honor.
“Yes, I heard him, and perhaps you deserved it the way you kicked that lad’s shin. You’re lucky they didn’t resort to physical violence back.”
“What did you expect me to do, play their stupid game, go along with their lurid suggestions even?” She came to an abrupt halt, forcing him to stop.
He took her by the shoulders as if he was lecturing a small child. “No, but you could have forgotten this stupid tiger and walked away. They would have given it back.”
Confusion replaced the anger as she stared up into the depths of his penetrating blue eyes. He wasn’t as angry with her as he was with himself.
“What’s your problem, David? Why are you treating me this way? We barely know each other and yet it’s as if you want to fight with me. Have I done something I’m not even aware of? Please tell me because I would like to know.”
Several eyes were upon them now as if they were staging some kind of lover’s quarrel. Gently, David took her hand. “Come on; let’s move away from here,” he said in a low, serious tone.
They left the crowd and found an isolated area behind a drink marquee near the airfield perimeter fence.
“Look, I’m sorry. It’s not you; it’s me. Yes, I am attracted to you and in different circumstances, who knows.” He shrugged his shoulders. “But I’m not looking for any kind of relationship at present and you don’t strike me as a one-night stand.”
“Well, yes, I suppose I do like to go out on a few dates first, get to know the person. But don’t worry; I’m not after a ring on my finger.” She raised her eyebrows and smiled invitingly at him. “Well, what shall we do now, shake hands and walk away or…” She stepped forward, placing her arms about his neck, the tiger dangling down his back, her body close to him.
“You are also a friend of my brother, which makes it a little too personal.” His hands rested firmly on her hips, holding her away from him.
She let out a small laugh. “So that’s it! You think Danny and I might have a thing going. You’ve got to be kidding. He goes for tall willowy blondes, preferably Swedish or at least the last two were. Us red heads don’t get a second look. Perhaps you have the same taste; if so, your loss, not mine.” Her voice was husky, her eyes reaching out to him even as she withdrew her arms and went to step back.
Suddenly his lips were upon hers, her body slammed up tight against his, the pleasure like a million nerve endings all tingling with anticipation of the further pleasure he could bring her. The tiger fell to the ground, as the world around them seemed to disappear. Finally they parted, Chantelle wishing desperately they were not out in the open with thousands of spectators milling around.
David stepped back while she straightened her top and ran a hand through her hair. She could feel his gaze upon her and found herself gliding her tongue over her bottom lip as if to still taste him. He looked as though he was mentally undressing her, his eyes lowering over her tanned legs and resting on her bare ankles before meeting her gaze head-on. Placing his arm about her shoulder, he led her from behind the tent.
From a discreet distance, Hendersson watched. Having witnessed the passionate display, he took a long draw on his cigarette. A self-satisfied smile slowly crept across his thin lips as he blew the smoke out in one long, thin trail.
Chapter 3
Feeling him next to her, his hard thigh pressed up against hers, his arm still draped about her shoulders, was a heady experience. Physically she was right there with him, but emotionally she couldn’t afford to