pick you up at seven, OK?’
It was easy to simply nod her head, and she watched as he turned and walked to the door. Seconds later she heard his car’s engine start, and she checked the lock, then activated security before crossing to her room.
Sleep seemed a distant entity, and she switched on the television in the hope of discovering something which would occupy her interest Except channel-hopping provided nothing she wanted to watch, and she retired to her bedroom, then lay staring at the ceiling for what seemed hours before finally slipping into a restless slumber in which vivid dreams assumed nightmarish proportion as Nina took the role of vamp.
AYSHA woke early, padded barefoot to the kitchen, poured herself some fresh orange juice, then headed outdoors to swim several laps of the pool.
After fifteen minutes or so she emerged, towelled off the excess moisture, then retreated indoors to change and make breakfast.
The ambivalence of the previous evening had disappeared, and in the clear light of day it seemed advantageous for she and Carlo to spend the weekend apart.
With that thought in mind she crossed to the phone and punched in his number. The answering machine picked up, and she replaced the receiver down onto the handset.
He was probably in the shower, or, she determined with a glance at her watch, he could easily have left. She keyed in the digits that connected with his mobile, and got voicemail.
Damn. It would have been less confrontational to cancel via the phone than deal with him in person.
It was almost seven when Carlo walked into the kitchen, and his eyes narrowed at the sight of her in cut-off denims and skimpy top.
‘You’re not ready.’
‘No.’ Her response was matter-of-fact. ‘I think we both need the weekend apart.’
His expression was implacable. ‘I disagree. Go change and get your holdall. We don’t have much time.’
‘Give me one reason why I should go?’ she demanded, tilting her chin at him in a way that drove him crazy, for he wanted to kiss her until all that fine anger melted into something he could deal with.
‘I can give you several But right now you’re wasting valuable time.’
Without a word he strode through the lounge and ascended the stairs. She followed after him, watching as he entered the bedroom, opened a cupboard, extracted a leather holdall and tossed it down onto the bed, then he riffled through her clothes, selected, discarded, then opened drawers and took a handful of delicate underwear and dumped it in the holdall.
‘What in hell do you think you’re doing?’
A pair of heeled pumps followed sandals.
‘I would have thought it was obvious.’
He moved into the en suite bathroom, collected toiletries and make-up, and swept them into a cosmetic case. He lifted his head long enough to spare her a searching look.
‘You might want to change.’
Her eyes flashed fire. ‘I might not,’ she retaliated swiftly.
He shrugged his shoulders, pressed everything into the holdall, then closed the zip fastener.
‘OK, let’s go.’
‘Don’t you listen?’ His implacability brought her to a state of rage. ‘I am not going anywhere.’
Carlo was dangerously calm. Too calm. ‘We’ve already done this scene.’
Aysha was too angry to apply any caution. ‘Well, hell. Let’s do it again.’
‘No.’ He slung the holdall straps over one shoulder, then he curved an arm round her waist and hoisted her over one shoulder with an ease that brought forth a gasp of outrage.
‘You fiend! What do you think you’re doing?’
‘Abducting you.’
‘In the name of God... Why?’
Carlo strode out of the room and began descending the short flight of stairs. ‘Because we’re flying to the Coast, as planned.’
She struggled, and made no impression. In sheer frustration she pummelled both hands against his back. ‘Put me down!’
He didn’t alter stride as he negotiated the stairs, and she aimed for his ribs, his kidneys, anywhere that might cause him pain. All to no avail, for he didn’t so much as grunt when each punch connected.
‘If you don’t put me down this instant, I’ll have you arrested for attempted kidnapping, assault, and anything else I can think of!’
Carlo reached the impressive foyer, took three more steps, then lowered her to stand in front of him.
‘No, you won’t.’
He was bigger, broader, taller than her, yet she refused to be intimidated. ‘Want to bet?’
‘Cool it, cara.’
‘I am not your darling.’
His mouth curved with amusement, and she poked him several times in the chest.
‘Don’t you dare laugh!’
He curled his hands over her shoulders and held her still. ‘What would you have me do? Kiss you? Haul you across one knee and spank your deliciously soft derrière?’
‘Soft?’ She worked out, and while her butt might be curved, it was tight
‘If you keep opposing me, I’ll be driven to effect one or the other.’
‘Lay a hand on me, and I’ll—’
He was much too swift, and any further words she might have uttered were lost as his mouth closed over hers in a deep, punishing kiss which took hold of her anger and turned it into passion.
Aysha wasn’t conscious when it changed, only that it did, and the fists she lashed him with gradually uncurled and crept up to his nape to cling as emotion wrought havoc and fragmented all her senses.
Carlo slowly eased the heat, and his mouth softened as he gently caressed the swollen contours of her lips, then pressed light butterfly kisses along the tender curve to one corner and back again.
When he lifted his head she could only look at him with drenched eyes, and he traced a forefinger down the slope of her nose.
‘Now that I have your full attention... A weekend at the Coast will remove us from all the madness. No pressures, no demands, no social engagements.’
And no chance of accidentally bumping into Nina.
‘Last call, Aysha,’ Carlo indicated with a touch of mockery. ‘Stay, or go. Which is it to be?’
It wasn’t the time for deliberation. ‘Go,’ she said decisively, and heard his husky laughter.
They made the flight with ten minutes to spare, and touched down at Coolangatta Airport just over an hour later. It was almost ten when they checked into the hotel, and within minutes of entering into their suite Aysha crossed to the floor-to-ceiling glass window fronting the Broadwater, and released the sliding door.
She could hear the muted sound of traffic, voices drifting up from the pool area. Adjacent was an enclosed man-made beach with a secluded cave and waterfall.
In the distance she could see the architecturally designed roof resembling a collection of sails atop an exclusive shopping centre fronting a marina and connected by a walkway bridge to an exclusive ocean-front hotel.
A few minutes later she sensed rather than heard him move to stand behind her.
‘Peaceful.’