Prisoner Of Passion

Sudden vibrant amusement banished his stasis. He reached for her in one supple movement and pulled her to him, his hands splaying across the swell of her hips as he looked down at her. ‘You won’t regret it, I promise you,’ he assured her huskil

‘Biff thinks you’re as thick as the proverbial plank; can’t understand why the papers are making up so many ridiculous lies,’ Rico derided.

‘His name is Griff and he does not think I’m thick—’

He leant almost confidingly closer. ‘I believe you’ll break that rule tonight.’

Just as she w

I should imagine that you will be breathalysed.’

‘I haven’t been drinking. I just don’t see the necessity to get the police!’

‘I expect they already have more than a passing acquaintance with you.’ Rico da Silva sent a glittering look of derision over her.

‘Well, we wouldn’t be complete strangers, let’s put it that way,’ Bella conceded, thinking back miserably to her earliest memories of what her travelling mother had called police harassment. No matter how hard she tried Bella had never lost that childhood terror of the uniformed men who had moved them on from their illegal camping grounds.

‘I didn’t think so. It’s a hard life on the street,’ he murmured, shooting her scantily clad, shivering figure an intent but unreadable glance. ‘Heading home from the nightshift?’

What the hell was he talking about