surging through him just by being in the same room with her. He’d thought he’d let his feverish imagination run away with him where Sophie’s appeal was concerned, but now he saw that he hadn’t. He just couldn’t understand this wild desire he was harbouring for a woman who was now displaying all the signs of complete uninterest and none of the passionate attraction she’d demonstrated on Friday. It certainly pricked his pride.
‘I’d rather not, thank you. You said you wanted to talk about a wedding gift for Diana?’
Reaching into the discreet side pocket in her skirt, Sophie withdrew a folded piece of paper and, getting to her feet, handed it to Dominic. ‘I’ve scribbled down some ideas that might help. Of course, not knowing what kind of budget you had in mind, my suggestions might be somewhat limited.’
A smile touching his lips at the mere idea of a ‘budget’, Dominic accepted the slip of paper and dropped it onto the table as if it barely concerned him at all. Seeing the gesture, Sophie felt her stomach execute an anxious cartwheel. Indignant that he hadn’t even glanced at what she’d written, she sat back down on the couch with definite trepidation.
‘You’re not even going to look at it?’
‘Later.’
What did he mean, ‘later’? Wasn’t that why he’d invited her round in the first place? To discuss ideas for a present?
‘About the coat…’ Dominic began.
Hot colour poured into Sophie’s cheeks. ‘What about it?’
‘Did you even try it on?’
She was ashamed to silently admit that she had. It had felt wonderful, too—a perfect fit. She’d loved the way the expensive fabric had swished round her legs and made her feel like a million dollars. But there was no way she was going to let him know that.
‘The point is, Mr Van Straten—’
He couldn’t believe she’d referred to him so formally. Why was she now trying to erect fences between them when they had already been so intimate?
‘Dominic. We surely know each other well enough to use first names?’ he interceded smoothly.
Startled blue eyes met slightly mocking green ones, then quickly glanced away again.
‘We hardly know each other at all! Despite…despite what happened between us. I told you on the phone that I couldn’t—wouldn’t—accept the coat. What happened, happened, and now we should both just forget about it. Diana is married and on her honeymoon, and hopefully having a good time. That’s all that matters now.’
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