Magnus leads on

Ria

Later, after they had gulped down the hot and sweet tea that one of the men had prepared, they were back on the road. Ria wrapped herself in the warm jacket Philippe offered her and remained huddled after clambering hastily into the back seat of the little car, trying not to think of the bulky, attractive man beside her as he spoke on the phone, issuing terse orders in a low voice.

A part of her wondered bleakly, how had she managed to sleep with the man she loved without …?

As though he had heard her thoughts, Philippe turned to her and met her eyes, his black gaze burning into her with an intensity which made her tremble in anticipation.

‘I am waiting for you,’ said the silent, searing look,

‘I will wait for you to come to me. But I will not disrespect my Boss.’

His hot gaze slipped to her mouth and the swell of her full breasts beneath her layers of clothing, like the lingering touch of a lover, possessive and urgent. Yet Ria did not feel threatened. Instead, she felt a soft, f