19

“Why would it have anything to do with you?”

“It’s a lovely dress.” His smile took on a wicked edge. “I can see right through it.”

Oh, dear. She hadn’t thought of that, because it wasn’t something she’d ever thought to check. She wore black trousers and a black T-shirt to work in the cafe, and she made sure they were clean when she dressed, but she’d never thought about whether her dresses were see-through or not. Her cheeks heated, the spark of her temper igniting, and her instinct was to quell it and force it down.

But, since she’d decided to give him a taste of the passion he said he wanted, for the first time in a long time Anna let it burn. She met his gaze, held it, let him see her annoyance.

“Then perhaps you shouldn’t be looking.” she told him.

The smile on his face slowly changed, losing its practiced wickedness, and then he gave a genuine-sounding laugh. “You’re quite a contrary beast, aren’t you, Anna?”