Page 72 of Planned Seduction
Shit.If he’d set up their first kiss, he might have set up other incidents, too.
Amy ground her teeth. She’d kill him. The next time she saw him, she’d take him apart, piece by piece.
Ifshe saw him again.
She slurped a mouthful of latte, swallowing it down with her pain and annoyance, and returned to her objective analysis.
The blowjob at the exhibition. Had he set that up, too?
Uh, not likely. Amy had been the one to drop to her knees that night. She’d pretty much lost her inhibitions the second the warmth of his jacket and the scent of his aftershave surrounded her.
And the next day in her flat?
Yeah, she’d been a willing participant in that event, too, lying with her legs spread, acting more like an all-you-can-eat buffet than a woman trying to put a friendship back on track.
What about the cricket-bat incident? There’d been a suspicious lack of marks, bruises, and evidence to suggest an accidental assault had taken place.
What exactly was that business about Lexi attacking her own brother? Was it possible it had never happened?
Uh-uh.Lexi had gone after him with a bat. It took a lot to piss Daniel off, and he’d been ticked that night. But what if the incident hadn’t been quite as bad as the siblings had made out? What if Daniel’s injuries hadn’t been quite so extensive?
Amy’s jaw almost hit the table for the second time that day.
The devious, no-good, scheming sod. He’d tricked her. Found a neat little way to get her close to his almost-naked body. Given her the perfect excuse to touch him—over and over again—and she’d fallen for it.
Oh God. That meant Lexi was in on it, too. Had Daniel mobilized every one his troops to help him seduce her?
She couldn’t swallow her irritation with her next gulp of coffee. And the cheerful, unexpected voice greeting her a minute later didn’t improve her mood at all.
“Amy? Hi.”
Daniel’s older sister stood by her table with her three-year-old son, Ben.
Her heart screeched into overdrive. Was Sarah in on Daniel’s scheming as well? And if she was here, would Daniel be here, too? Was she meeting him for a drink? Supper?
Ridiculous questions. Just because Sarah was here, it didn’t mean Daniel would be. Even if Amy really, really, really wanted him to be. But only so she could kill him. Dead. Or kiss him. Endlessly.
Whichever.
“Oh, hey. Hi yourself. I haven’t seen you since Daniel’s exhibition.” The mere utterance of his name was enough to bring fresh pain and anger slicing through her body.
“Yeah, I know. The weeks are flying by. It’s crazy. The kids take up all my time. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Sarah looked at Ben.
“Hello.” He smiled at Amy, the dimples in his cheeks so similar to Daniel’s it hurt to see them.
“Hey, Benny, what have you got there?”
“Thupper. Mummy’th giving uth a treat tonight. Fith and chipth.”
Sarah shrugged. “I can’t face cooking. With Daniel back today, the kids insisted we go see him as soon as he phoned. Time vanished.”
“Daniel got home today?” Amy wanted to weep. He hadn’t phoned her.
Sarah hesitated. “Yeah, a couple of hours ago.”
“How is he?” Pathetic how desperate she was to hear anything about him.
Sarah looked uncomfortable. “He’s okay. He said the shoot went well. All they have to do is polish a few things before the article is complete.”
