The next two days dragged on interminably, as Josh closeted himself in his office with intercultural advisors and the heads of his legal department. Even though only metres separated them by day, Callie felt as if they were suddenly worlds apart. If it hadn’t been for the brief moments when their eyes met or their hands brushed as she handed him a file, she would have begun to wonder if she hadn’t imagined their idyllic night together on the water.
Every time she looked out the wide expanse of his office window toward the harbour, she was reminded of what they’d shared and it made her want more. So very much more. And that was very dangerous indeed, because despite how hard she was falling for him, she had to remember her promise to Irene. She had to remember that Josh threatened the Palmers with every business move he made and somehow she had to find out why, and how to stop him.
She’d let Irene know that she would be spending the weekend with Josh and her mentor had expressed her approval.
“Make sure you find out whatever you can,” she’d insisted. “Leave no stone unturned.”
Finally, it was five o’clock on Friday afternoon and Callie was finalising her backup process when the hairs on the back of her neck prickled and a deep sense of awareness permeated her body.
“I thought this week would never end.”
Josh’s lips were close to her ear and she shivered as he bent his head to kiss her softly against the pulse that now fluttered erratically in her neck. He swivelled her chair around and drew her to her feet, pulling her against him and slanting his lips across hers like a man who’d been denied human contact for far too long.
Callie gave herself over to his embrace. She knew all too well how he felt.
“Let’s go,” he murmured against her lips. “Or I might not make it home.”
Every muscle in her body clenched on the surge of arousal that swept through her. If he asked, she’d let him have her on her desk, the floor, anywhere as long as he’d assuage the clamouring need inside. It was probably just as well that he’d kept his distance these past two days or she’d have been a quivering wreck and rendered incapable of doing her job.
“My things are in the back of my car,” she replied.
They travelled together in the elevator to the underground car park, stopping only for a few minutes for her to retrieve her bag before they were in the Maserati and driving along Tamaki Drive toward St Heliers.
Traffic along the waterfront was heavy and by the time Josh hit the automatic gate and garage door openers he was in a fever pitch to get Callie upstairs and into the master suite. If it hadn’t been for the matter of protection, he would have eschewed the master suite in favour of any flat surface. He made a mental note to ensure that didn’t become a problem in the near future.
He grabbed up her bag and took her hand and, after disarming the internal alarm system, led her up the main staircase and straight to his bedroom.
He almost hated the insatiable hunger that infused him when she was around. Hated it yet welcomed it with every breath in his body. Their physical union was an unexpected, yet very welcome, addition to their working relationship and Josh had no doubt it would take some considerable time to burn out.
Callie reached for him the second he slammed the bedroom door behind them—shoving his jacket off his shoulders and wrenching his shirttails from the waistband of his trousers. He loosened his tie and ripped it from beneath his collar even as she undid the buttons that ran down the front of his shirt. Then her hands were on his chest. He let out a groan as she scratched her nails lightly across the flat disks of his nipples.
She quickly replaced her nails with her lips, her teeth gently rasping over his tender skin while her hands slid down his abdomen and to his waistband. He felt his trousers slip down his legs, felt her hand reach deftly inside his briefs and then, gloriously, felt her free his erection—her fingers wrapping instinctively around him with just the right pressure.
Josh reached beneath her dress. Rucking the fabric up over her thighs, her hips, until he could tug at the scrap of nonsense she called underwear. His fingers slipped between her legs and he groaned again as he felt her wetness. He rubbed her sensitive flesh and caught her answering plea with his lips as she pressed herself harder against his fingers.
He walked her backwards until he felt her knees buckle against the side of the king-sized sleigh bed that dominated his room. She fell gently backwards onto the bed and Josh reached for the top drawer of his bedside cabinet, grabbing the box of condoms and scattering its contents onto the bed bedside them.
Callie’s throaty laugh as she saw what he was doing caused him to smile in response, but then he was all seriousness as, sheathed, he positioned himself at her entrance. Dammit, but he’d planned to take it slow with her this weekend. Make every second, every stroke, count. But the fever that raged through his veins demanded to be assuaged right here, right now.
He plunged inside her welcoming heat and felt her inner muscles contract around him in a velvet fist. He nearly lost it right there, but somehow he found the strength to withdraw and drive home again, and again, until her scream of completion rent the air between them and he could finally let go with everything he had.
Wave after wave swamped him and he collapsed against Callie, his chest heaving, his heart thumping as if he’d completed a marathon. She sucked everything out of him in a way no woman had ever done before. When he was capable, he rolled onto his side and lay there next to her on the bed. Eventually, he propped himself up on an elbow.
“Are you okay?” he asked, smoothing a lock of hair from her face as she lay staring up at the ceiling, her legs still splayed, her dress still around her waist.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been more okay in my life,” she answered, turning her head to look at him. “How can it keep getting better?”
Josh smiled, a swell of pride rolling through him. “We have this weekend to find out. C’mon, we’ll grab a quick shower then let’s see about dinner.”
He sat up and removed his shoes and socks, grinning ruefully at his total disarray as the incongruity of their appearance struck home. He kicked away his trousers and shrugged off his shirt before reaching for Callie and helping her to remove her dress and bra. He led her through to the cream-and-gold marble master bathroom and turned on the faucets in the massive double shower.
Slowly and tenderly he bathed her, taking extra care between her legs, trailing his soapy hands over her breasts and relishing their fullness before he rinsed her and pushed her gently from the shower stall.
“If you don’t go now I won’t be responsible for my actions,” he explained.
Through the steamy enclosure he watched as she leisurely dried herself and walked naked back into the bedroom. Josh turned the faucets to full cold, standing beneath the needle-sharp spray until he knew he’d be able to follow her without throwing her back on the bed for round two.
Restraint, control. They’d been his touchstones for as long as he could remember, yet Callie Rose Lee had effectively rendered him useless in that regard. Somehow that didn’t bother him as much as it should. He’d always sworn he’d never settle down until he’d avenged his mother’s sorrow and made his father pay for his abandonment, but with Callie he almost began to wonder if his plan didn’t need some revision. Whether there wasn’t room for both in his life. It was certainly something worth exploring, he decided.
Saturday morning the weather turned to rain and as Josh had excused himself after breakfast to attend to an urgent call from one of his business contacts in Europe, Callie found herself with time on her hands and very little to do.
She wandered through the downstairs living room that led out to the pool area where they’d dined together only a week ago. She shook her head slightly. A week. It felt like so much longer.
Her body appeared to be in total agreement. Already she missed Josh’s proximity with a physical ache—or maybe that ache had more to do with the way her body had been thoroughly, deliciously, used through the dark hours. A smile pulled at her lips.
She’d loved every second of last night. After they’d both dressed, they’d gone to the kitchen where they’d cooked a meal together, taking their plates out onto the tiled terrace where they sat on the descending stairs overlooking the pool. With their dinner balanced on their laps and a glass of red wine each, they’d eaten in companionable silence before heading back indoors.
They’d started to watch a movie in Josh’s home theatre but it hadn’t taken long before the gentle stroke of his fingers across the back of her hand had ignited desire once more. They hadn’t even made it out of the room before their clothing had hit the carpet. Callie had to admit to a distinct soft spot for the wide and comfortable armchairs that had allowed for some inventive foreplay before Josh had pulled her to the floor where she’d straddled his body, taking him deep inside, and riding him to an incendiary climax.
Even now, the memory pulled at something deep inside her. Something she’d never allowed herself to feel before. Something that felt scarily like the beginnings of love.
Don’t be crazy, she told herself sternly. You’re not supposed to fall for the guy. You’re supposed to be gathering information—and what had she discovered? Nothing other than the fact that he worked hard and expected the same in return from his people. That and the fact that the man made love like a dream. His hands, his mouth, he used everything in his arsenal to bring her pleasure such as she’d never known—and it was addictive. He was addictive.
Men like Josh Tremont should definitely come with a warning firmly plastered on their foreheads, she decided.
But still there was that niggle. Despite the man she was growing to know, there was still the matter of the information he’d gathered on the Palmers. He’d delved deeply into their personal lives. Knew every minor detail, right down to Bruce Palmer’s dental appointments. It was bizarre and not a little obsessive.
Callie shook her head. Thinking about it wasn’t going to prove anything. If she was to do what Irene expected of her, she needed to find out more details about Josh Tremont himself. More than the fact he was a completely unselfish lover. More than the fact that the mere sound of his footfall coming toward her on the polished wooden floor was enough to set her heart beating like the wings of a startled flock of pigeons.
“Sorry about that,” he said as he moved behind her and slid his arms around her waist, pulling her back against him.
Callie inhaled deeply as his unique scent enveloped her. In itself it was an aphrodisiac to her. Already her body stirred in response. She laughed inwardly. At this rate she’d barely be able to move by Monday.
“I imagine you’re never fully off duty,” Callie replied, relishing the feeling of protection she felt within the circle of his arms.
“I promise you have my undivided attention for the rest of this weekend. What would you like to do today?”
A squall of rain splattered against the glass doors in front of them.
“I suppose a swim is out of the question,” Callie said, gesturing to the rain-washed terrace and sheets of rain that peppered the tiles.
“Why should it be? It’s been years since I swam in the rain. How about you?”
Callie gave an inelegant snort. “I don’t think I’ve ever swum in the rain.”
“Not even as a kid?”
“Especially not as a kid.”
In fact, she hadn’t learned to swim until she’d been at the Palmer Home for Girls. At first the prospect of putting her face under water had terrified her, but eventually she’d overcome that fear and had learned to use the experience to tackle bigger fears, bigger problems, and overcome them. It was another opportunity Irene had opened up to her. Another reason to be grateful.
“So how about it?”
Callie thought it over for a minute. She’d had little enough time in her life for frivolous fun, now here she was at twenty-eight and she hadn’t even done something as fun and simple as swim in the rain.
“Yes,” she nodded her head. “I’d love to. But I didn’t bring my swimsuit.”
“Who said we need to wear a swimsuit?”
A spear of something electric jolted through her. Swim in the nude?
“What about your neighbours? Can’t they see the pool?”
Josh gestured outside. “There’s no one who overlooks us here. It’s one of the things that drew me to this place. We have complete privacy.”
Josh led her through a covered walkway from the side of the house to the poolhouse set off to one side. There, they undressed and ventured out into the rain.
Callie squealed as the cool raindrops hit her, sending her into a half jog toward the pool. At her side, Josh dived cleanly into the water, surfacing about halfway along and encouraging her to join him.
She took a deep breath and dived in. Not as clean as Josh’s entry to the water but competent enough, she decided as she cut through the water. The deliciously erotic sensation against her body was like gliding through silk. The pool was warmer than the rain and the contrast against her skin when she surfaced was invigorating. Laughter bubbled from deep inside.
How long had it been since she’d indulged in something purely for fun. Aside from her shoe habit, which she acknowledged had deeper-seated issues, she tended not to let her hair down like this. And it was way past time she did.
“What do you think?” Josh asked as he swam toward her.
“Bliss,” she smiled in return.
Callie floated onto her back, her eyes closed, relishing the sensation of the rain dancing on the surface of her skin. Josh stood beside her and supported her with his arms before lowering his head to lick raindrops off her breasts. Callie felt the feather-light touch all the way to her core and she moaned with pleasure as he suckled gently at her nipples.
“Now we’re talking bliss,” he murmured.
He seemed to magically know exactly where and how to touch her. Exactly what would make her slow burn and what would strike an inferno. She delighted in the gentle teasing he did now, allowing him to support her weight in the water.
When he suggested that they leave the pool, she was more than ready, and when he dried her slowly in the cabana, before lowering her to the daybed, she thought she couldn’t feel more alive or happier than she felt at that moment.
Later, after they’d dressed and made their way back to the main house, they worked together in the kitchen to prepare lunch. They ate in the informal lounge off the kitchen, joking with one another about water sports.
“You don’t have fun often, do you?”
His question was blunt and came out of left field, catching Callie by surprise.
“Of course I have fun.”
“Then why have you never skinny-dipped before, or even swum in the rain.”
“Not everyone gets the opportunity, you know.”
“In New Zealand? It doesn’t take money to be able to do those things. Most of us live within shouting distance of some body of water.”
“My parents were never into swimming.”
No, she remembered, they indulged in other, darker, things. Things that didn’t include their only daughter and for which she was always in the way.
“Callie, what were they into?”
“Stuff. None of it good. Let’s just say they weren’t involved in the usual family pursuits and leave it at that.”
Josh lifted a hand and gently stroked one finger over her cheek. “I’m sorry about that.”
Callie shrugged. “I survived.”
“Yeah, but every child deserves more than survival.”
There was a thread of bitterness to his voice that surprised her. That same hint of anger she’d observed in him last weekend when he’d talked about his mother.
“You didn’t exactly have it easy yourself, did you.”
She made it more of a statement than a question.
“No, I didn’t.”
Josh tugged Callie across the two-seater they shared, and into his lap. She snuggled against him, loving the way her body curved to fit his.
“Tell me about it,” she coaxed.
As much as she felt like she was intruding on what was obviously intensely private, she hoped he could give her a clue as to why he was so intent on knowing everything there was to know about the Palmers, and why he seemed determined to destabilise their business. As much as it sickened her to have to pry, she knew that if she could get the information that Irene wanted, then, and only then, could she hope to allow her relationship with Josh to become something real. And it shocked her to admit just how real she wanted it to be.
Today had made her realise that she’d had enough of being someone else’s pawn, and she was sick of false pretences. Instead of allowing herself to simply enjoy being with Josh and letting her feelings for him take their natural course, she had to second-guess herself all the way. It was time the deceitfulness ended. But even as she reached her decision, she knew she could do nothing until she’d delivered on her promise to Irene. There was something about Josh that probably wasn’t the truth, either, and she had to find that something out.
“Long story short? My mother worked for an older married man. She had an affair with him. She got pregnant with me. He tried to buy her off with $10,000 and made her move away.”
Callie couldn’t hold back the cry of sympathy that rose from her heart. She knew all about rejection. She’d experienced it nearly every day of the first sixteen years of her life.
“So, yeah, I have some idea of what it’s like to survive. If he’d shown once ounce of respect for her and her feelings, things wouldn’t have been as bad for her as they were.”
“Surely he owed her more than that. Couldn’t she have applied through the courts for support for you?”
“Her pride would never let her. I think she was so hurt when he rejected her that she decided to just disappear off the radar. She changed her surname from Morrisey and adopted her mother’s maiden name and then set out to give me the best childhood she could.”
“So you still got to swim in the rain and go skinny-dipping?” Callie asked with a gentle smile.
“I did—and more. There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t know she loved me more than life itself. That’s the kind of gift you take for granted until it’s gone.”
“At least you had that.”
“Yeah, I did. And I promised her that one day I’d make it up to her, but she died before I could give her what she deserved.”
“And your father? He still didn’t help you, even when she died?”
Josh’s bark of laughter lacked humour in any form. “No, I came across his contact details in her things when she died. Up until then I didn’t even know who he was. Mum would never talk about him and whenever I’d bring it up she’d change the subject. Then, later, I’d always hear her crying in her room. It doesn’t take too many times before a kid realises his need to know takes a back seat to his mother’s happiness.”
Josh shifted to one side, letting Callie slide from his lap. He rose and walked over to the bookcase that lined one wall of the room. On one shelf stood a small box, like a miniature pirate’s chest. He lifted it with both hands and turned back to Callie.
“She always kept this at her bedside. Locked, of course, although that didn’t stop me trying to get into it,” he admitted with a rueful smile. “She was good at hiding things, though, and I only found the key after she’d died.”
He dug into his trouser pocket and pulled out his keys and, selecting the smallest, opened the box. From where she sat Callie could see the yellow paper of a stack of envelopes, tied together with a length of faded pink silk ribbon.
“They’re letters, from him. He stopped writing when she got pregnant with me.”
“Have you read them?” Callie asked, feeling as if she was poised at the edge of a precipice. Were these letters the key to what Irene needed?
“Yeah, I made myself read every one of them—even the letter and cheque that were sent to my mother, paying her off and telling her to get out of town.”
“She never cashed the cheque? Why? She must have desperately needed the money.”
“As I said before, her pride wouldn’t let her. I think she felt she’d lost so much already that she wasn’t prepared to lose that, too.”
“I can’t believe you’ve kept them all this time. Wouldn’t it be better to destroy them, to let go?”
“They were my only contact with a father I’d never known. I’ve kept his lies as a reminder of what he owed my mother—what he owed me. And I vowed on my mother’s grave that I’d make him pay one day.”
“Josh, surely you can’t mean that,” Callie protested. “Everyone has to learn to let go eventually.”
She levered herself up and out of the seat and crossed the room to take the box from his hands and place it back on the bookcase next to him. She slid her arms around his waist, desperate to offer him comfort, but he remained rigid in her embrace.
“Oh, yes,” he replied, his voice hard and strangely detached, a total contrast to the warm, loving companion she’d known over the weekend. “I mean every word of it. He’ll regret that he didn’t do what was right. He’ll regret every word of his lies and the world will finally know what a two-faced bastard he really is. And when he’s forced to publicly acknowledge me, he will know that he, and he alone, was the master of his own destruction.”
A finger of dread touched Callie’s heart. She had no doubt that Josh would follow through on his promise, and she would hate to be in the shoes of the man he targeted. If there was anything she was certain of at this moment, it was that Josh was a man driven by his emotions—and given those emotions, what would he do to her when he found out the truth about why she was here?