But, hell, he could have been nicer about it!
If he was in love with her as he’d said… That was obviously the problem.Over the past two weeks, he hadn’t mentioned loving her once.Yes, he had phoned and they’d talked, if the one-word sentences she got out of him could be described as talking.
This whole thing was messing with her head, and she should be concentrating on what she was doing.
“Hannah, sweetheart, please focus,” the photographer said, his smile much stiffer than it had been earlier that morning.
She tried to clear her head.The shoot had been scheduled for that morning, and it was now already way past lunch.It was her fault entirely.The photographer was being very patient with her.She was a professional; she should be doing her job, not thinking about Darryn.
And for the next hour she managed to clear her head, kept her focus on what she was supposed to be doing.When they were done, she walked over to the photographer and apologized for being distracted.
“Don’t sweat it,” he said, much happier now that they were finished.“Man trouble?”he asked with a grin.
Hannah shook her head, fed up with herself.Darryn was interfering with her life, with her work.This kind of thing had never happened to her before.The last thing she wanted was to have a reputation as someone who behaved unprofessionally.
As much as she didn’t want to believe it, it was now obvious to her that Darryn’s feelings had changed.It was time she moved on with her life.
*
At eleven o’clock,Hannah crawled into bed, too tired to even bother switching off the light.They rehearsed the whole afternoon and then she had a personal trainer come over for a gym session.Now she was bone tired and fervently hoped she would be able to fall asleep.She had a day to herself tomorrow and wouldn’t have to worry about getting up early.
Her phone rang.Her eyes closed, she felt on her bedside table until her fingers found it.It was probably her agent.
“Hi,” she said, answering without checking who was calling.
“Still wearing only that smile and pearls?”Darryn asked huskily in her ear.
Her eyes flew open.“Darryn?”
“Or are you wearing that sexy red lace thing you sometimes wear to bed.The one that leaves those long, sexy legs of yours bare so my hands can slowly stroke…”
Wide awake now and ticked off, Hannah sat upright, pushing her hair back.“I’m trying to sleep, Darryn, good night.”She ended the call.
She’d brazenly tried to talk sexily to him last night, but he hadn’t been interested.Now, after she’d been suffering from humiliation for a whole day, and she was finally tired enough to go to sleep, he wanted to say sexy things to her and she was supposed to be happy about it?Aaargghh!
She looked down at herself.It so happened that she was indeed wearing the damn red lace thing Darryn mentioned.And, to make matters worse, the delicious chills that went through her body while he was talking to her hadn’t stopped yet.Irritated with herself, she stood up.She wasn’t going to go back to sleep right now, so she might as well have a cup of tea.
Not bothering to put on anything over her nighty, she walked to the kitchen.The intercom beeped as she put out a hand to switch on the light.Who would be visiting this time of night?It could be a courier, although they usually deliver stuff to the security guard downstairs.
She pressed the button.“Yes?”she said.
“It’s me.”The voice sounded remarkably like Darryn’s.
What was going on?
“Hannah?I’m sorry about yesterday.I’m sorry I acted like an idiot, but I’m here, in New York and I…I have to see you.Please let me in?”
She pressed the button to let him enter the building and stood staring at the door, her breath lodged somewhere in the back of her throat.Was she dreaming?Had everything that had happened over the last two years finally caught up with her and she’d lost it completely?Because she could swear Darryn was on his way up to her apartment.
A loud knock propelled her forward and she flung open the door.And there he was, gorgeous and sexy and—she put out a hand to touch his face—and real.
His eyes were bloodshot, his hair standing on end, but it was Darryn.His gaze slowly traveled over her, igniting flames just below the surface of her skin so that when he finally dropped his suitcase and opened his arms, she was ready to burst into flames.With a cry, she walked into his embrace.
Chapter Nineteen
He had beenready to grovel, but before he could utter a word, his arms were full of woman, his senses steeped in her scent, his mouth captured by her soft, urgent lips.An apology would have to wait.
Kicking the door shut behind him, he lifted Hannah into his arms without taking his mouth from hers.
