Memoirs of a Millionaire's Mistress

He slipped like silk inside her. Longing turned to need, and need to urgency. Yet even in passion he paid homage to her with a reverence she’d never experienced.

When he sent her soaring she touched the stars, and he was right there with her. It was a long slow slide back to sanity.

To reality.

To the man who couldn’t wait to take her home because he hadn’t wanted to be seen with her. Once again her not-so-smart mouth had got her into trouble. Dominique had pushed all the wrong buttons and Didi had just had to react, hadn’t she?

She just bet that woman on his arm in the picture would know how to work a room, what to say, how to say it. Feeling vulnerable, she pulled the sheet higher to cover her breasts. ‘I saw your picture in a magazine at the salon today.’

‘I hope it was my good side,’ Cameron murmured against her temple while his fingernails traced lazy circles on Didi’s upper arm.

‘You were with a woman.’ Tall, dark. Stunning. ‘Was it Kathryn…?’ She felt a quiver of tension run through him.

‘Katrina.’ He spoke through stiff lips.

‘Ah, of course. Katrina. Perhaps you should’ve taken her to dinner.’

Tension tightened his hand and he pulled it away from her arm. ‘Don’t do this, Didi. It was over with her a while ago.’

‘Is she the woman who left the poster?’

A long, telling silence. ‘She’s out of my life.’

From the photos she’d seen of the two of them the woman was not unlike his sister in looks, Didi thought. Did he even realise that? ‘Ah, but are you over her?’

‘What do you think?’ Irritation roughened his voice as he stared at the ceiling.

A politician’s answer—not an answer. Her heart—she had to hold the cracked pieces together. Jay hadn’t been honest about his previous partner. A month into his relationship with Didi—they’d even picked out the engagement ring and booked the church…

‘What if she changed her mind, Cameron? What if she wanted you back, what if her poster game was a ploy for your attention?’

‘No. Why would she do that?’

‘Because she’s not over you?’

‘That’s b—’

‘The phone rang today,’ Didi went on. ‘And whoever it was hung up when I answered. It’s not the first time. Call it woman’s intuition but I know it’s a woman.’

Another silence. ‘She’s over me.’

‘Perhaps not, if she thought you’d met someone. Maybe she wants you back because she can’t bear the thought of you with someone else.’

‘You’re wrong. For a start she—’ Cameron bit back the words that sprang to his tongue. That Kat, whose father had the top job of Prime Minister firmly in his sights, would have nothing to do with a man whose father had been a criminal wanted over two states.

The sins of the father… His hands tightened into fists, his blood ran like a chill wind through his veins. Beyond the grave and still screwing with his life.

He couldn’t tell Didi. He’d confided in Kat and look where that had landed him. The risk of losing this woman who brought the freshness, warmth and promise of spring into his life was too great a risk. He wanted her with him a little longer—was that selfish?

‘She what, Cameron?’

‘She’s getting married.’

He turned his head on the pillow to impress that fact upon her. To look at her…while she stared at the ceiling. Which allowed him a smile when she might not have appreciated it. ‘What about your ex?’ he said quietly. ‘What happened with him?’

She continued to gaze upward for a long silent moment. He thought she wasn’t going to answer him but then she said, ‘He was good-looking, wealthy, educated at the right schools—a real ladies’ man. I didn’t know it at the time but he was on the rebound. Then his ex changed her mind…and they lived happily ever after. End of story.’

‘I’m sorry, Didi.’

‘Don’t be.’ She turned her face to him, eyes wide in the dimness. ‘I’m over him. I don’t do serious any more.’ She resumed her study of the ceiling.

Moonlight etched her profile in silver, the pert nose and kissable lips, the curve of her breasts outlined against the sheet. Like fairy folk she was made for moonlight. Or maybe moonlight had been made for her.

Then a wispy cloud drifted past, a gauze curtain dulling the image and taking his smile with it. Like the way their relationship was headed. He wanted to hold that curtain back for one more moment…another day, another week. A year. Ten years.

How long would this infatuation last?