rekindled(英文版)-第5部分

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relived。　She　was　intoxicated。

When　he　groaned　and　crushed　her　to　him；　she　understood　the　feeling。　It
was　a　statement　of　a　shared　primal　need。　Ross　held　something　for　her
that　no　other　man　had　begun　to　offer。　She　was　driven　by　instinct　closer；
closer　to　him。

At　some　point；　soft　bells　of　warning　sounded。　She　didn't　know　if　it　was
when　his　hand　slipped　from　her　cheek　to　her　throat；　or　when　his　fingers
began　to　knead　her　breast；　or　when　his　palm　turned　to　her　nipple。　She
only　knew　of　a　tug　between　some　relic　of　the　past　that　clamored　for
recognition；　and　the　quickly　coiling　knot　of　need　deep　inside。

She　fought　that　past　by　nurturing　the　need。　Hands　locked　at　the　back　of
his　neck；　she　closed　her　eyes；　let　her　head　fall　back；　and　sought　the
mindlessness　of　sensual　pleasure。　Her　lips　parted；　her　breathing　was
short。　But　she　needed　more。　Against　her　better　judgment；　against　those
tiny　warning　bells；　she　grew　bolder。　Bowing　her　head；　bracing　it　against
his　chin；　she　was　curved　now；　offering　him　an　entrance　he　hadn't　had
before。

Small　explosions　of　delight　flared　through　her　when　he　slid　his　hand
into　her　dress。　Surrounded；　her　breast　was　warm；　full；　and　straining
against　his　hand。　His　thumb　and　forefinger　met　at　a　nipple；　driving　her
higher。　Did　reason　exist？　At　that　instant　she　knew　of　only　one　road　to
satisfaction。

〃e　upstairs　with　me；〃　Ross　said　in　a　voice　thick　with　need。　〃Let　me
love　you。　It's　been　so　long；　princess。〃

Princess。　It　struck　her　that　he　had　done　the　same　thing　she　hadformed　an
image　and　held　it　through　the　years。　In　his　mind　she　was　still　one　step
removed　from　royalty。　But　not　in　hers。

She　strained　away　from　his　hands。　〃Please　stop；　I　can't　do　this。〃

Aroused　still　and　upset　with　herself；　she　trembled。

〃Can't？〃　he　challenged　hoarsely。

〃Won't；〃　she　amended　as　she　clutched　at　threads　of　posure。　Eleven
years　ago　she　hadn't　refused　him。　Her　virginity　had　never　had　a　chance。
But　things　were　different　now。　She　was　different。

〃Why　not；　Chloe？〃

She　heard　hurt；　but　it　didn't　make　her　relent。　〃I　wish　I　could　explain。〃

〃Why　can't　you？　I've　seen　that　pained　look　in　your　eyes。　At　those
moments…at　this　moment…you　do　look　unhappy。　Is　it　something　about　me？

Something　about　what　happened　eleven　years　ago？〃

For　all　of　those　eleven　long　years；　Chloe　had　hidden　a　world　of　inner
feelings　from　everyone　around　her。　They　were　locked　in　tight。　He　could
prod　all　he　wanted；　but　they　weren't　getting　out。

He　spoke　more　gently。　〃Here。　Sit　down。　I'll　make　us　some　coffee。　You　can
talk。〃

〃I　don't　want　to　talk。　Some　things　are　best　left　dead　and　buried。〃　She
shuddered　at　her　own　choice　of　words。

〃Sit。〃　He　nudged　her　into　the　chair　she　had　left；　and　she　sat；　if　only
because　her　legs　were　unsteady。　He　proceeded　to　clear　the　table；　rinse
everything；　and　perk　a　small　pot　of　coffee。　She　watched　almost
incidentally；　her　thoughts　far　off　in　a　world　of　what…it's。　What　if
Crystal　had　won　that　toss　of　the　coin？　What　if　Crystal　had　set　out　to
seduce　Ross　and　been　seduced　herself。？　What　if　Crystal　had　died　anyway？
Would　Chloe　feel　the　same　guilt　now？

〃How　do　you　take　it？〃　Ross　asked；　placing　a　steaming　mug　before　her。

〃Black。　Thank　you。〃

After　lacing　his　own　with　milk　and　sugar；　he　returned　to　his　seat。

Chloe　tried　to　control　her　thoughts　by　speaking　first。　〃You've　e　a
long　way　in　the　business　world　since　I　saw　you　last；　Ross。　How　did　you
manage　it？〃

He　smiled。　〃You　mean；　how　did　I　manage　the　transformation　from'far　out'
to　'far　in'？　The　fact　is；　I　never　was　all　that　'far　out。'　I　went　my　own
way　for　a　while。　I　avoided　money。　I　grew　a　beard　because　there　wasn't
modern　plumbing　where　I　was　in　Africa；　and　I　didn't　want　to　have　to
shave　at　dawn　by　the　riverside。　I　wore　jeans　because　they　were
fortable；　same　with　loose　shirts。　I'd　grown　up　in　a　world　of　rigid
discipline。　I　wanted　my　freedom。〃

〃〃Rigid　discipline'？〃　She　realized　again　how　little　she　knew　of　Ross。

He　eyed　her　with　something　akin　to　amusement。　〃Y'know；　considering　you
slept　with　the　man　the　first　time　you　met　him　。。　。〃

〃That's　not　fair；〃　she　argued。　〃When　we　were　together；　I　couldn't　think
straight。〃

〃History　repeats　itself；〃　he　drawled；　referring　to　what　had　happened
moments　earlier　with　a　mischievous　grin。

Chloe　didn't　like　being　ribbed。　〃You　didn't　know　any　more　about　me　that
night。〃　But　rather　than　turning　the　tables；　she　was　more　deeply
incriminated。

〃Neither　of　us　did　much　talking；　did　we？〃　Ross　asked；　clearly　enjoying
himself　She　shook　her　head。　The　only　talking　they'd　done　had　been　in
soft　moans　and　caresses。　The　attraction　between　them　had　been
overpowering。　〃I　want　you　to　know　that　I　don't　do　that　as　a　rule。　I
mean；　I　don't　make　a　habit　of…〃

〃…jumping　into　bed　with　every　guy　that　es　along？　I　know　that；　Chloe。〃
He　smiled　gently。　〃I　told　you　that　we　had　something　special。　Do　you
think　I　sleep　with　every　pretty　woman　I　meet？〃

〃Of　course　not。　I　just　wanted　you　to　know　not　to　expect　something　I
can't　give。〃

〃Won't　give；〃　he　corrected　a　second　time。　〃The　end　result　is　the　same。
You　understand；　don't　you？〃

〃No；　I　hear　you。　I'm　listening。〃　He　was　sober。　〃But　I　don't　understand。
You　haven't　given　me　a　good　reason　to　understand　yet。　Most　women　with
your　looks　would　have　reached　the　point；　at　age　twenty…nine；　where　they
could　recognize　something　deeper。〃

Chloe　felt　stymied。　〃What　do　my　looks　have　to　do　with　anything？〃

The　amber　gaze　that　touched　her　curves　gave　the　answer　even　before　he
spoke。　〃You're　beautiful；　Chloe。　Beautiful　women　have　options。　You've
never　married？〃

〃No。〃

〃You　must　date　often。〃

〃I　have　friends。〃

〃Male　friends？〃

〃Some。〃

〃Serious　male　friends？〃

When　she　shrugged；　he　looked　at　the　ceiling。　〃What　I'm　trying　to　find
out　is　whether　you're　going　with　someone；　living　with　someone；　or
engaged　to　someone。〃

For　an　instant；　Chloe　imagined　he　was　a　frustrated　suitor。　She　smiled　at
the　thought。　〃No；　Ross。　I　date　here　and　there；　but　there's　no　one
special。　I　live　alone。〃

When　he　expelled　a　breath；　she　suspected　it　was　for　effect。　〃Thank　you；〃
he　added　facetiously；　then　sobered。　〃Do　you　go　home　much？〃

Chloe　flinched。　〃No。〃　That　was　another　topic　better　left　alone。　〃What
about　you？　What　was　that　'rigid　discipline'　you　suffered　through？〃

〃My　father　was　heart…and…soul　Army。　A　career　man。　Our　house　was　run　like
a　barracks。　It　was　almost　a　treat　when　I　was　sent　to　military　school。〃

〃Oh；　my。　It's　no　wonder　you　freaked　out。〃

Ross　laughed。　〃Freaked　out？　That's　one　from　the　old　days。〃

Chloe　smiled。　〃Sorry。　It　just　slipped　out。　I　can't　remember　the　last
time　I　said　that。〃

〃Maybe　way　back　in　the　time　of　you　and　me？〃　He　stared　at　her；　then　gazed
pensively　at　the　table。　When　he　raised　a　hand　and　rubbed　the　muscles　at
the　back　of　his　neck；　Chloe　followed　the　movement。　She　half…wished　she
could　do　it　for　him；　but　dangerous　was　a　mild　word　for　that　type　of
thing。　Once；　danger　had　been　a　challenge。　Now　she　wanted　no　part　of　it。

Ross's　confession　broke　into　her　thoughts。　〃I　may　have　been　pretty
antiestablishment；　at　that。　There　was　a　certain　amount　of　rebellion　in
me　against　routine　and　schedules　and　expectations。　I　guess　I　wasn't　much
different　from　the　average　flower　child；　except　that　I　knew　I'd　be
returning　to　the　fold　before　long。　I　saw　that　period　for　what　it　was…a
time　in　my　life　when　I　could　stretch　my　legs。〃

Chloe　chuckled。　Her　smoky　gaze　fell　to　the　floor；　where　a　pair　of
wellshod　feet；　ankles　crossed；　extended　well　beyond　her　side　of　the
table。　〃An　awesome　task。〃　She　quirked　a　brow。　〃So　how　did　you　bee　a
successful　businessman？　You　obviously　didn't　go　into　partnership　with
your　dad。　But　you've　e　a　long　way　in　eleven　years。　President　of　the
Hansen　Corporation。〃　She　shook　her　head　in　amazement。

〃I　had　a　mentor；　like　you　did；〃　he　explained。　〃I　worked　for　him　through
business　school；　then　after。　The　business　did　well。　I　gradually　acquired
stock。　When　Sherman　died　two　years　ago　he　left　me　shares　enough　to　make
me　the　majority　holder。〃

〃Was　the　Rye　Beach　plex　your　idea？〃

〃Actually；　no。　It　was　the　baby　of　one　of　the　other　vice　presidents。
Sherman　seemed　to　feel　it　had　merit。〃

〃And　you　don't？〃　Considering　the　force　of　his　presentation　that　evening；
she　was　startled。

〃I　do；　with　reservations。〃

〃Why　did　you　e　up　tonight　then；　rather　than　the　VP　who　feels　more
strongly　about　it？〃

Ross　shrugged。　〃He's　no　longer　with　the　corporation。〃　He　didn't　look
sorry。　It　struck　Chloe　that　he　might　have　fired　the　man；　himself　She
sensed　his　power。　A　free　spirit；　he　had　called　himself　Now　he　ruled　a
prominent　corporation。　With　an　iron　hand？　Maybe。　But　he　would　use　subtle
methods　to　reach　his　goals。

〃What　do　you　plan　to　do　about　it？〃　she　asked　carefully。

〃About　what？〃

〃The　plex。　You　mentioned　some　doubts。　Tonight's　meeting　must　have
raised　others。　Will　you　change　your　proposal？〃

〃No。〃

〃No？　Building　the　plex　as　planned　now　would　be　environmentally　dumb。〃

〃〃Dumb'？〃　he　mocked　with　a　grin。

She　felt　put　down　with　that　one　echoed　word。　Exasperated；　she　threw　her
hands　in　the　air。　〃I　gave　all　the　reasons　in　that　auditorium。　I　won't
repeat　them　now。　You're　being　bullheaded。　Do　you　go　about　all　your
building　projects　this　way？〃

〃What　do　you　know　about　my　building　projects？〃　he　asked　with　a　trace　of
lingering　amusement。

〃Nothing。　I　had　only　heard　of　the　Hansen　Corporation　before　tonight。　But
if　it's　like　most　other　businesses；　it　puts　the　dollar　bill　before　every
other　consideration。〃

〃Not　always。〃　His　voice　carried　a　warning　now；　but　she　sat　straighter
and　barreled　on。

〃Then　you　acknowledge　that　profit　is　your　raison　d'etre？〃

To　her　chagrin；　Ross　laughed。　〃I　would　never　be　where　I　am　today　if　I
didn't　have　an　eye　out　for　profit！〃

She　felt　oddly　betrayed。　〃That's　really　pathetic；〃　she　said；　recalling
the　tall；　handsomely　bearded　man　in　jeans；　boots；　and　a　simple　peasant
shirt。　〃I'd　have　thought　that；　with　what　you　stood　for　at　one　time；　you
might　have　minimized　crass　capitalism。　You　have　sold　out；　which　just
goes　to　show　how　terribly　wrong　one　person　can　be　in　the　judging　of
another；　or　how　necive。〃

Ross　had　risen。　His　eyes　were　too　dark　to　distinguish　anger　from　hurt。
〃You　don't　know　what　you're　talking　about。　You　didn't　know　me　then；　and
you　certainly　don't　know　me　now。　When　I　returned　from　Africa　that　last
time　with　my　grungy　denims；　my　dashiki；　and　my　beard〃…his　eyes
narrowed…〃it　took　me　all　of　a　week　to　shuck　them。　And　do　you　know　why？〃

He　went　on　only　when　she　shook　her　head。　〃Because　I　saw　that　there　was
more　narrow…mindedness；　more　prejudice；　ing　from　the　mouths　of　the
hippie　generation　than　anywhere　else。　Because　of　my　appearance；　I　was
assumed　to　be　one　of　them；　until　they　discovered　that　I　didn't　always
think　the　way　they　did；　that　I　had　a　mind　of　my　own。　The　true　sign　of　a
liberal；　Chloe；　is　accepting　people　for　their　differences；　respecting
their　right　to　be　different。　Those　others；　the　ones　who　prided
themselves　on　being　nonconformists；　declared　all…out　war　on　the
establishment。　And　what　happened？〃

Without　waiting　for　her　response　he　went　on；　his　voice　low　but
relentless；　his　gaze　intense。　He　put　his　hands　on　the　t