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CHAPTER EIGHT
GEORGINAWASN’TSUREwhat had been resolved by their hurried conversation.
Would the opportunity arise for her to try and get some sort of timeline for their relationship that should never have been? Did Matias evendotimelines? And if she pushed him...what then?
Thoughts whirled in her head, sparking off one another, one confused thought leading to another.
She didn’t want this to end. She wanted a timeline so that she could brace herself for the inevitable, but she didn’t want the inevitable to come.
That realisation of weakness snaked through her, terrifying, implacable and revelatory.
This wasn’t about lust. Maybe it had started there—although when Georgina thought about it she knew, in her heart, that there had been far more than lust when she had stepped out into the unknown and lost her virginity to Matias.
Yes, he was sexy—and, yes, he had touched her and her whole body had come alive. But she’d never been the sort of girl who was seduced by good looks and a bit of charm. Fact was, Matias had won her heart. And he’d won it, without even trying, a long time ago. Making love to him had been the final stage in a journey that had begun when she had been an impressionable teenager.
For him, she had become just like any one of his other women. Yes, they had history—so maybe notquitethe same—and, yes, the circumstances behind their relationship were different, but in the end she was sleeping with him on his terms, ceding to something that was going to end because he wasn’t into relationships or commitment.
She remembered the towering blonde in the small dress who had been in the process of being dispatched. She remembered rolling her eyes when Matias had said something about her being better off without him.
Here she was. At some point in time he would end up dispatching her in exactly the same way—probably when he thought that the charade they’d begun was no longer required. He’d never guess that she’d fallen in love with him and Georgina shuddered at the thought of him ever finding out.
‘Where is she?’ Georgina frowned and glanced to the door which Rose had pulled shut behind her when she had gone to pick up the telephone.
Matias looked down at her and then outlined her mouth with his finger, gently tugging at her bottom lip and making her shiver with sudden electric excitement when he inserted his finger into her mouth so that she could suck on it, mimicking what she did to his erection when they were together, naked.
Her mind went blank for a few seconds.
Forgetting to think whenever he touched her was becoming a lifestyle choice.
‘We should go and find her.’ Georgina managed to draw back and shoot him a stern look from under her lashes.
‘If you insist,’ Matias drawled, ‘although, given this little window, I could think of one or two things I’d rather be doing...’
‘Matias!’
‘Will you ever stop being shocked at perfectly innocent statements?’ He grinned but didn’t remove his hand from where it was caressing the side of her neck. ‘Or blushing? No, you’ll never stop blushing. You’ve been doing that since you were a kid.’
‘I can’t help it,’ Georgina mumbled. ‘It must be a novelty for you, Matias.’
She thought of the Amazonian blonde, so beautiful, so experienced, sowith-it. She began walking towards the door, her fingers lightly linked with his, as if her body had been programmed to keep touching his whenever and wherever possible.
‘You’re not kidding.’ He tugged her to a stop and stared down at her thoughtfully. ‘I haven’t had too many dealings with women who blush at the mention of sex.’
‘I don’t do that!’
‘You’re doing it now.’
‘Do you like it?’
‘A change is always as good as a rest...’
Georgina subdued a little dart of pain.Who wants to be a novelty in someone else’s life?she wondered.Especially when you’re in love with that someone and want nothing more than to be a permanent fixture?
She plastered a rueful smile on her face and turned away.
‘I’ve never made love to a virgin before, either,’ he murmured, pulling her briefly against him and smiling.
‘Notch on the bedpost, Matias?’
