good.’
Good, too, that she wouldn’t have to work with him. That would have been just awful. And so would her acting have been, with her new brother-in-law’s presence being both distracting and upsetting.
Still, Blake might be right about Lachlan’s acting abilities being limited. When they’d been at NIDA he certainly hadn’t come top of the class. He’d been good, but not as good as some of the others. She herself had been singled out by their teachers for more praise than he had.
‘Let’s not talk about Lachlan any more,’ Blake said. ‘I’d rather talk about you. So, tell me, if you’ve only had that one part in a play since you graduated, how have you been surviving financially?’
‘Well, I do live at home, rent-free. And I’ve been working at a local deli at the weekends. That pays for my clothes and fares, and leaves me free to go to auditions during the week.’
‘Do you have a good agent?’
Kate sighed. ‘I thought I did. But I’m beginning to have my doubts.’
‘You need to get yourself a new one, then.’
‘I think I will.’
The music changed from a waltz to a faster, more throbbing beat. More people got up to dance, at which point Blake pulled Kate very close and told her to put her arms around his neck. After a slight hesitation she did so, and felt Blake dropping his hands down to her hips. His grip was firm, pulling her lower half against him, making Kate quickly aware of something hard pressing against her stomach. It was impossible to ignore.
Blake’s eyelids grew heavy with the contact, and a tense silence enveloped them as their fused hips swayed to the music. On her part she felt mesmerised—both by the obvious evidence of his desire for her and her own shocking thoughts. She began imagining how it would feel to have his flesh buried deep inside hers, to have his mouth on hers, kissing her, only lifting to whisper hot, hungry words in her ear.
Her mouth went dry.
Not so another part of her anatomy.
Suddenly she needed to go to the bathroom. ASAP.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said, flustered by the urgency of that need, not to mention what was going on in her head. ‘But I... I have to go to the Ladies. Too much champagne.’
A total lie. She’d only had one glass during dinner, worried that if she drank too much she might do something she’d regret, might somehow make a total fool of herself.
It had taken every ounce of her acting ability not to react to her father’s speech, not to let jealousy for Maddie take her over. She loved her sister. She always had. But she did so hate it that everyone else loved her so much, with no love left over for her. Lachlan’s speech had been total agony, and Kate hadn’t been able to look at him even when he’d toasted her, as was his duty.
‘Sorry,’ she repeated, and then hurried away out of the marquee, almost running back to the house and up the staircase to the bedroom and en-suite bathroom where she’d dressed earlier.
There was probably a powder room or two downstairs, but she didn’t know where they were and she simply couldn’t wait. But, perversely, when she sat on the toilet she didn’t do all that much, and yet the odd feeling of pressure remained.
She’d never felt anything quite like it. Not painful, exactly. No, not painful at all. Just weirdly tight and tense. Her belly was as hard as a rock, whilst elsewhere she was hot and embarrassingly wet. Once again her thoughts took flight, her fantasies definitely on the R-rated side.
‘Good grief, Kate,’ she groaned aloud, confused by the way she could want any man like this, when she was in love with someone else.
She certainly hadn’t done so for the last four years. Never. Not once. Blake Randall, however, seemed to have broken through her frozen libido and brought it to life in a startling way. More than startling when she considered that even when she’d first fallen in love with Lachlan he hadn’t evoked so violent a physical reaction.
Her feelings about him had always seemed more softly romantic than starkly sexual. She sighed over him. And dreamt about him. But she’d never been consumed by explicit sexual fantasies. Which she had been a minute ago.
Kate shuddered as she recalled that moment when she’d literally ached to have sex with Blake. She was still aching.
Oh, Lord, whatever was she going to do?
You’re going to get a grip, that’s what you’re going to do. Then go back downstairs and...
And what?
She honestly had no idea. She’d probably leave it up to Blake to make the next move. And he would. She felt sure of it. And the prospect was sending an excited shiver down her spine.
After she’d washed her hands she stared at herself in the vanity mirror, seeing her over-bright eyes and flushed cheeks. Glancing down, she checked to see if her nipples were on show. Thankfully they weren’t, courtesy of the corset-style underwear she had on. Maddie had chosen it for her, insisting that it would give her some shape. Which, right now, she was grateful it did.
Kate couldn’t deny that she wanted Blake to pursue her. What she didn’t want was for her own desire to be embarrassingly obvious, or for him to think any response of hers was because he had offered to give her a part in one of his movies. Because what she was feeling at the moment had nothing to do with her career and everything to do with herself as a woman.
It was quite thrilling to be the centre of attention for a change. To feel special, and attractive, and truly desired.
At the same time Kate still felt flustered by the strength of her own sexual response to Blake’s overtures. She didn’t quite know what to do next. Flirting didn’t come naturally to her. She wasn’t like Maddie. She didn’t have her sister’s sexual boldness. Or her confidence. What if she was misreading the situation?
This last thought brought a laugh to her lips. How could she possibly have misread that erection? Unless, of course—she giggled a little—Blake had a gun in his pocket.
Kate had a smile on her lips as she left the bathroom—a smile which was wiped away when she encountered Lachlan standing in the bedroom, with a dark scowl on his beautifully shaped mouth.
‘Lachlan!’ she exclaimed. ‘What are you doing here? Where’s Maddie?’
‘Dancing with your father. She won’t miss me for a minute or two. I told her I was going to the Gents. Look, I saw you duck out of the marquee and I followed you.’
Kate frowned. ‘But why?’
‘I wanted a word with you in private. I wanted to warn you.’
‘Warn me? About what?’
‘About Blake bloody Randall.’
Kate sucked in sharply. Why on earth was Lachlan speaking about his mentor and best man with such disrespect? ‘What...what about him?’
‘About his modus operandi with pretty women—especially ones who have acting in their blood.’
Kate was torn between being flattered by Lachlan calling her pretty and worrying about what this dreaded ‘modus operandi’ could be. Though she was beginning to suspect...
‘First things first: does he know you went to NIDA with me?’
‘Well, yes, he does. I told him.’
‘Damn. That’s stuffed things good and proper, then. No doubt he’s already offered you a part in one of his movies? That’s one of his moves when he fancies an actress. And you’re looking extra-fanciable tonight, Kate. Frankly, I’ve never seen you looking so good. Blake only goes for the good-looking ones. So, has he offered you a part?’
‘Well, yes,’ she admitted, feeling a little bit sick. ‘A small one.’