Chapter Four
SUZY SLEPT IN and scrambled out of bed in a rush to head into the bathroom, stumbling to a halt when she saw clothing lying across the chair by the wall, clothing that was familiar.
She stared in frowning puzzlement at a pair of her own skinny jeans, her favourite green sweater with its asymmetric hem, and in the bag beneath the chair she discovered fresh undies, socks and both her make-up and toiletries bags.
How on earth had her possessions arrived at Ruy’s house?
Had Cecile told Suzy’s father where she was and had her father packed a bag for her and brought it over while she slept?
Sudden guilt that she had still not phoned her father washed over her.
But in truth, she had yet to work out how much she could risk telling the older man about the breakdown of her relationship with Percy.
She washed and dressed very quickly and didn’t bother with any make-up, sensitive now to what Ruy might assume if she appeared to be gilding the lily for his benefit.
After all, a man who could thank a woman for not inviting him into bed had shameless confidence and a daunting, meteoric awareness of the strength of his own attractiveness.
Suzy planned to do nothing and say nothing that might encourage such arrogance.
Hadn’t she already done enough with that stupid kiss?
Hopefully he would put that down to her disorientation after she had almost been frozen into a Popsicle.
As she moved towards the door, a knock sounded on it and she tugged it open, startled to find Ruy standing there holding a tray. ‘What’s this?’ she muttered.
‘It was supposed to be breakfast in bed, but I can see I left it too late,’ Ruy fielded with amusement.
‘Ruy,’ Suzy admonished with a raised auburn brow. ‘I’ve never had breakfast in bed in my life. I’m more likely to be serving it to other people than enjoying it myself.’
‘That may be but there is always a first time,’ Ruy retorted, refusing to be sidetracked and settling the tray down on the circular table by the window. ‘Sit down, eat...’
‘Gosh, you must keep your housekeeper busy,’ Suzy remarked in wonderment at the beautifully set tray with its ornamental cloth and fresh orange juice, pastries, fruit and tea, all proffered in the finest china along with a seasonal lilac blossom in a tiny vase.
‘This is beautiful. Make sure you thank her for me. She went to a lot of trouble.’
‘I will,’ Ruy promised, impressed by her thoughtfulness because so many of the women he knew took excellent service entirely for granted.
‘When did Dad drop my clothes off? You should have wakened me,’ Suzy scolded as she drank her orange juice, still pacing the room.
‘He gave the bag to me last night. Mrs Liggett brought it up but found you asleep.’
Her smooth pale brow had furrowed. ‘You saw my father last night? Oh, you went to the pub for a drink.’
‘No, I went specifically to see him and we talked in private,’ Ruy extended, lounging back against the bedroom door with folded arms and narrowed dark perceptive eyes locked to her restless movements.
Sunlight burnishing her hair, she was full of energy but growing tension was threaded through that energy like iron bars strengthening concrete, he conceded, amused by that analogy but well aware of the questioning onslaught of her bright eyes and the volatile force of nature that powered her deceptively small and slender frame.
He found it strange that her volatility, which had troubled him at the outset of their acquaintance, now only drew him in faster.
‘Why would you go to see my father?’ Suzy asked with a frown.
‘To make life a little smoother for you,’ Ruy countered lazily. ‘When I see a problem, I tend to solve it. In fact, I excel at solving problems.’
Suzy tossed her head back in irritation. ‘My problems are not your problems!’
Unperturbed, Ruy spread the fingers of one lean hand and began marking off points.
‘One... I detest abusers and I wanted you to feel free to report your ex to the police. Two... I knew that you wouldn’t accept the money to pay off Brenton from me.
..you told me so. Three... I want to make it possible for you to act as my model without other concerns getting in the way.
Four... I would also like you to accompany me to my brother’s wedding.
Five...if you think of this situation from a logical point of view, our mutual needs can dovetail perfectly. ’
Suzy’s chest heaved as she snatched in short breath after short breath in an effort to control her temper.
She wanted to slap his point-scoring fingers off his hand.
She wanted to deprive him utterly of the ability to stand there telling her without embarrassment that he had approached her father behind her back on her supposed behalf.
‘I don’t know what you’ve done... I’m not even sure I want to know!
’ she exclaimed. ‘Did you tell Dad that Percy attacked me?’
‘Yes, and while he was very angry he knows that you’re not seriously hurt.’
‘You have no right to interfere in my life!’ Suzy hurled at him.
‘The pub belongs to your father, not to you, and what arrangements he chooses to make with me are entirely his business,’ Ruy spelt out, dropping her back down to earth again with a crash.
‘As it happens, I’ve bought a share in the pub.
I will be a silent partner, but it takes the pressure off your father.
He will be able to repay Brenton without difficulty, although, as I told him, he could take him to court over the paperwork, which did not clearly specify the interest rate Brenton was charging.
But your father prefers to let that go—he’s not keen on the idea of calling in a solicitor. ’
Suzy had gone white with mounting shock and dismay. ‘You’ve bought a share in our pub?’ she gasped in disbelief. ‘But why the heck would you do that?’
‘I live locally now, although I won’t be resident here throughout the year. It’s an investment. A pub is an asset in a village,’ Ruy pronounced, as though he were not aware that the business was struggling. ‘Now it will stay open and your father remains the landlord.’
‘I just don’t believe this!’ Suzy confessed in seething frustration.
‘I had to find some way around your reluctance to accept my financial help,’ Ruy pointed out without shame.
‘But don’t you see that what you’ve done is wrong?’ Suzy demanded angrily. ‘That you’ve simply found another way of bribing me and getting me to do what you want? Evidently, you only bought into the pub to manipulate me!’
‘Your father is happy, and you love your father. I don’t see what the problem is or how it can be wrong when I have only good intentions,’ Ruy declared, brilliant dark eyes challenging hers.
‘I know you’re not likely to beat me up, but you leave Percy standing in the ruthless stakes!’ Suzy condemned.
‘That is possible,’ Ruy conceded without surprise or regret. ‘I always play to win. When I want something, I do go all out to get it.’
‘I’m a person, not a something!’ Suzy hissed censoriously. ‘I already agreed that I would try to model for you. At no cost! There was no need for you to go behind my back and invest in the pub!’
‘Set aside my financial investment in your father’s business,’ Ruy advised. ‘It is nothing to do with you, except insofar as it means that you can now stop worrying about your father’s security.’
In a passion of confusion and incredulity, Suzy folded her arms and spun away from him. ‘Nothing will convince me that you had a sincere interest in buying a share of the pub!’ she shot at him.
Ruy shrugged a broad shoulder. ‘I’m not trying to convince you. I don’t have to justify what I’ve done, but I would make the point that your father is very happy with his side of the bargain and even more relieved to know that Percy is out of both your lives.’
Suzy’s slender hands knotted into fists. ‘Damn you!’ she snapped at him, because every time she thought she had him on a weak spot he leapt away and put her there instead. ‘You drive me insane!’
‘And your passion lights me up,’ Ruy confided in a raw undertone, needing to touch her almost as badly as he needed to paint her, flexing his long fingers and coiling them up again, rigid with the tension of unsated arousal.
Never before had he been with such an emotional woman.
He had learned to repress his own emotions.
He slept with women who had no drama to irritate him and he could not begin to explain or understand what it was about Suzy’s volatility that made her so very desirable.
That trait, that essential fire in her, should have been a turn-off and yet, it wasn’t.
She was not his type, categorically not his type, but when she went toe to toe with him, fists knotted, eyes shimmering in challenge like polished malachite, pink pouty lips parted to display little pearl-like teeth, it turned him on so hard and fast that the zip of his jeans bit a pattern into his throbbing flesh.
‘Your control, your coldness, has the opposite effect on me,’ Suzy confided tautly. ‘It makes me want to shake you up.’
‘Success...major success on that score,’ Ruy purred with an emphasis that seemed to glide down her rigid spine like caressing fingers.
Suzy’s knees wobbled a little. ‘We really are oil and water,’ she muttered uneasily.
‘No, we’re more like a conflagration,’ Ruy husked, stalking closer, suddenly seeming to snatch all the oxygen out of the air she needed to breathe. ‘And it’s a fire I don’t want to put out because, like any man, I love the burn, querida.’
‘I’m shouting at you. You can’t change the subject in the middle of an argument,’ Suzy told him loftily.