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Post by Nina Fortner on Nov 11, 2015 21:28:28 GMT -5
"Are you afraid you might be?" she asked,uncurling from him at a leisurely pace. It wasn't her instinct to wield information in a power play, but Raoul had made it a necessity; she did it on base instinct; it had not yet reached consciousness.
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Post by Silva on Nov 11, 2015 21:42:49 GMT -5
"What's a little personal history between lovers, in the end? You only love me for my body."
Wouldn't that be a sorry state of affairs.
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Post by Nina Fortner on Nov 11, 2015 22:22:10 GMT -5
Nina was extraordinarily affronted. "Do you think I'm that shallow? What about you, Raoul, what do you want from me?"
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Post by Silva on Nov 12, 2015 22:26:19 GMT -5
"Only your company. Your capabilities, your instincts. Your not-insignificant beauty only raises the stakes."
He didn't take her for a woman who liked to gamble, not really. It was charitable of her not to laugh in his face; if he really were so physically irresistible he wouldn't be keeping her as a de facto captive.
"God knows, I have little enough to recommend me." (He had pushed a hand through his stiff blond hair, a self-consciously boyish informal gesture, and one might almost have thought it was a gesture at his face.)
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Post by Nina Fortner on Nov 13, 2015 21:34:30 GMT -5
She touched his hand, but was careful to keep her own out of his hair. She longed to touch it herself, but she knew how he felt about it now.
"Are you setting me up to say something?" she asked, not realizing how softly it came out. "If it were really so little, would I have come back - after how you left me in New York?"
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Post by Silva on Nov 15, 2015 17:41:32 GMT -5
"Well, the trickery helped."
He traced the downy back of her forearm with the backs of his fingers. She was terribly soft.
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Post by Nina Fortner on Nov 15, 2015 18:02:41 GMT -5
"I'd have socked you in the jaw and left," said Nina, her voice miffed but her manner mild. She let him touch her arm, appreciating the gesture.
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Post by Silva on Nov 15, 2015 18:06:21 GMT -5
Silva's eyes were both lowered and extraordinarily lashy, as he studied her in silence.
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Post by Nina Fortner on Nov 15, 2015 18:50:04 GMT -5
"I should have," she said, so softly she might have been speaking to herself, although the stillness of the room - only the roar of the waves, the low hum of the boat, audible - and in his intimate and warm proximity to her, of course he could hear her. "Then you'd have fallen in love with me."
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Post by Silva on Nov 28, 2015 22:29:13 GMT -5
Raoul laughed an awful, seamy, faintly slurred laugh that was nevertheless full of affection.
"Can it be I've never loved anyone who didn't carry a concealed firearm? You won me over at that."
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Post by Nina Fortner on Nov 29, 2015 0:19:28 GMT -5
A look of pain flashed over her face, masked in annoyance.
"Don't tease. It's unsightly."
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