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CHAPTER EIGHT
DARCIE HAD PROVED to be a brilliant flatmate but as Isla got ready for the ball she was actually relieved to have the place to herself.
Nothing was going to happen between her and Alessi tonight, she told herself, except Isla knew where their kiss could lead.
She’d fought it once after all.
Isla got back from the hairdresser’s at four, where she’d had her thick blonde hair curled and pinned up and had also had her nails done in a neutral shade as she still hadn’t decided what to wear tonight.
Red, Isla thought, taking out her dress and holding it up, yet it was everything she wasn’t—it was bold, confident and sexy, and Alessi could possibly sue her under the Trade Descriptions Act once he got the dress off!
Black.
Safe.
Only it felt far from safe when she put it on. It showed her cleavage, it showed the paleness of her skin and the flush in her cheeks whenever his name came to mind, which it did at regular fifteen-second intervals.
He might not even be there, Isla reminded herself. Except that thought didn’t come as a relief.
She could still feel the heat between them from that morning. Her body, as she dressed for the night, acutely recalled the burn of his gaze and the delicious warning that the next move was hers. There had been no physical contact that morning yet it felt as if there had been.
Isla was shaking as she put on her make-up, shaking with want, with nerves, with the absolute shock of the availability of Alessi should she choose to make a move.
Should she choose?
Isla looked at herself in the mirror and realised she already had.
She wanted Alessi.
A car had been arranged—Charles Delamere didn’t want his daughter arriving in a taxi—and Isla sat in the back, staring ahead. The sights of Melbourne were familiar; the feeling inside wasn’t. There was no Isabel to chat with, no Rupert to deflect male attention.
She stepped into the venue alone.
Her eyes scanned the reception room as she drank champagne and sparkled as she was expected to.
There was no sign of him.
Relief and disappointment mingled as they were called to take their seats.
‘Where’s Manos?’ Charles frowned at the empty seat at the table.
‘I think that he may be stuck at the hospital,’ Isla said. ‘He’s asked me to make a speech on his behalf if he can’t get here.’
‘You are joking?’ Charles snapped. ‘The whole point of this award is to raise NICU’s profile. How are we going to get people signing cheques if the star of the show can’t even be bothered to turn up?’
‘Dad.’ Isla looked at him. ‘He’s with a family—’
‘Isla,’ her father broke in. ‘To be able to take care of the families, sometimes you have to look at the bigger picture. I told him the same when I had lunch with him the other day. Not that he wanted to hear it. He’s an arrogant …’ Charles’s voice trailed off as Alessi approached the table but then he stood and shook Alessi’s hand.
‘Good to see that you finally made it,’ Charles said. ‘I thought I’d clearly outlined how important tonight was.’
‘You did.’ Alessi pushed out a smile but didn’t elaborate or explain the reason for his lateness. He looked like heaven in a tux, but he’d clearly rushed. His hair was damp and he hadn’t shaved, which somehow he got away with. There was a teeny stand-off between the two men and Isla found herself holding her breath, though why she didn’t know.
Alessi took a seat beside her and the fragrance of him, the scent of him, the warmth of him was the reason Isla turned. Greeting the guest, manners, polite conversation had nothing to do with the turn of her head.
‘How was today?’
‘I’ve had better,’ Alessi responded. ‘I’m pretty wrecked. I don’t want to talk about it here.’ He wasn’t in the mood for conversation. It had been a hell of a day and it had depleted him, and he didn’t need Isla’s coolness, neither did he need Charles’s sniping.
‘I’m sorry,’ Isla said, and he glanced over and those two words and their gentle delivery helped.
‘It was peaceful.’ Alessi conceded more information. ‘I’m glad that I stayed.’ He couldn’t think about it right now so he looked more closely at Isla, who was a very nice distraction from dark thoughts, and the night seemed a little brighter.
‘You look amazing.’
‘Thanks.’ Isla smiled. ‘So do you.’
They shared a look for a moment too long. She could have, had there been no one else present, simply reached over and kissed him. It was there, it just was, and Alessi knew it, too, and he confirmed it with words.
‘You have to say sorry first.’
Isla just laughed. There was a thrill in her spine and all the nerves of today, of yesteryear just blew away. It should be just them but the entrée was being placed in front of her.
‘I’m going to have to disappear,’ Alessi said, ‘and write my speech. I didn’t get a chance today.’
‘I’ve already written it,’ Isla said, and handed him a piece of paper. ‘Just lose the first part.’
‘The first part?’
‘“Dr Manos regrets that he’s unable to be here tonight.”’
‘Dr Manos is suddenly very glad that he is.’ Alessi smiled. It was a genuine smile and one that had seemed a long way off when he had left the hospital. Had it not been for this commitment, tonight would have been spent alone. Alessi took each death very personally and had long since found out that a night on the town or casual sex did nothing to fill up the black hole he climbed into when a little life was lost.
His grief was still there yet her smile did not dismiss it and neither did his.
Isla could hear her father asking a question, breaking the spell, dragging them back to the table, to the ball, to the world.
Dinner was long, the speeches even longer, and Alessi noted that Isla chatted easily with the guests at the table during dinner and listened attentively to the speeches.
She really was enjoying herself. Alessi shared her humour. His foot pressed into her calf on one occasion, not suggestively, more to share an unseen smile when one of the recipient’s speeches went on and on and on.
Then it was Alessi’s turn to take to the stage. Charles gave a rather long-winded introduction about the work he had done in the year that Alessi had been at the Victoria and how pleased they were to have such talent on board.
Isla watched as Alessi went up to the stage, the speech she had written in his hand, and he took a moment to arrange the microphone. Absolutely she could see why it was her father wanted a more visible profile for Alessi because, even before he had spoken, he held the room.
She watched him glance down at his speech and, yes, he omitted the first part where Isla had explained that, regretfully, he couldn’t be there.
He thanked everyone present and then Isla froze as Alessi hesitated and she realised she had omitted to mention a small joke she had written—I’d especially like to thank the extraordinary Isla Delamere for her amazing work on the MMU. It would have been funny had she read it out. Instead, Alessi’s face broke into a smile and he met her gaze.
She could feel her father’s impatience at the small lull in proceedings, she could feel her own lips stretching into a smile as Alessi omitted her joke and then moved on.
‘“I am very proud to receive this award,”’ Alessi said, reading from Isla’s notes. ‘“But more than that, I am incredibly grateful to work alongside skilled colleagues at such a well-equipped hospital. It helps when you can say, in all honesty, to parents that everything possible is being done or was done. It makes impossible decisions and difficult days somewhat easier to be reconciled to.”’
It was the truth, Alessi thought.
That Archie had been given every chance had been a huge source of comfort to Donna. That the facilities were top class, that there had been a private area for the family to take their necessary time with empathetic staff discreetly present had made his passing more bearable.
He wrapped up the speech and then added a line of his own, or rather he didn’t completely omit Isla’s.
‘I would especially like to thank Isla Delamere for being here tonight and for her amazing work on the MMU.’
Ouch!
Isla was blushing as Alessi returned to his seat.
‘Thank you,’ Alessi said. Her words had hit home. Yes, he might loathe this side of things but he was starting to accept that it might be necessary. No, he wouldn’t be appearing on morning television, as Charles had in mind for him, but he would make more effort, Alessi decided. That was the reason he stood around talking, being polite and accepting congratulations, while others headed off to dance. That was the reason he didn’t make his excuses and head home.
Isla watched in mild surprise as her student Flick danced with Tristan, a cardiac surgeon. She could almost feel the sparks coming from them, or was it just that Alessi was standing close?
‘Well done,’ Isla said, when finally the crowd gathered around him had dispersed enough for them to have a conversation.
‘Thanks,’ Alessi said.
‘Not too painful?’ Isla checked.
‘No. Your speech was perfect. I really am very grateful for such a well-run hospital. I just don’t like the fact that your father seems to want me to be the poster boy for the NICU.’
‘What was that?’ Charles came over and Alessi didn’t even flinch.
‘I was just telling Isla how well run and well equipped the hospital is.’
‘Because of nights such as this one,’ Charles said. ‘You cut it very fine getting here.’
‘I already explained that, Dad,’ Isla said, but Alessi didn’t need Isla to speak for him and told Charles exactly how difficult it had been to get there, albeit a little late.
‘I certified a patient dead at eight minutes past six,’ Alessi responded coolly, and Isla frowned at the tension between the two men. ‘As I said to you at lunch, please don’t rely on me to be your front person. I’ll do what I can on the social side of things but my job is to keep up the stats while yours is to bring in the funds.’
Isla swallowed. There were few people who spoke to Charles Delamere like that and got away with it, but it was what her father said next that truly confused her.
‘You could have at least shaved before you got here.’
‘Dad!’ Isla was shocked that her father would be so personal but Alessi didn’t seem remotely bothered.
‘It’s fine,’ Alessi briefly addressed Isla, then turned his attention back to Charles, who was looking at Alessi with thinly disguised murder in his eyes. ‘I stayed with the parents of the baby that died until seven and then I spoke at length with their daughter. Shaving really wasn’t my priority.’ He looked at Isla. ‘Would you like to dance?’
She said yes just to get the two of them apart.
‘Alessi, I’m so sorry about that!’ Isla said as they hit the dance floor. She was honestly confused by the way her father was acting. ‘I don’t know what’s wrong with him. He had no right to say anything about you not having shaved.’ Privately she was glad that Alessi hadn’t shaved—he looked wonderful and she actually ached to feel his jaw against her skin, but she held back from dancing with him the way she wanted to.
‘Don’t worry about it.’ Alessi shrugged.
‘Even so, I don’t know what’s got into him.’
‘I do.’ Alessi smiled. ‘He knows tonight I am going to be sleeping with his daughter.’
‘You assume a lot,’ Isla croaked as he pulled her in closer.
‘I never assume,’ Alessi said. ‘I just aim high.’
His fingers were stroking her arms and now his cheek was near hers as he spoke, his jaw was all scratchy against her cheek, even more delicious than Isla had predicted, and she found she could barely breathe.
‘I thought you were exhausted.’
‘Do I feel tired to you?’ Alessi said, and Isla guessed he was referring to the hard heat that was nudging at her stomach.
‘No.’ A single word was all Isla could manage.
‘I’m never too tired for you, Isla.’
She was beyond turned on. She wanted to move her face so their mouths could meet, she wanted the wetness of his tongue and the heat of his skin on hers.
Did she tell him how scared she was?
Did she tell him that he would be her first?
Isla would possibly die if he found out she was a virgin.
She’d had an internal when she’d had appendicitis and the doctors had thought it might be an ovarian cyst.
There was going to be no bloodshed, no ‘Oh, my God, is that your hymen?’ Just utter inexperience in very experienced arms.
Yet she wanted him and she had never till now wanted a man.
She wanted to be made love to and kill this demon for ever, choke it at the neck and get on with her life.
She knew his reputation, knew his relationships were fleeting at best. This might be just a one-night stand but it would be one that would help her step into her future.
Isla pulled her head back and looked into black, smiling eyes and, no, a heavy heart was not what was needed tonight. A long confessional could not help things here.
It was lust looking back at her, not love, she reminded herself.
Yet it was the beginning of the end of the prison she had trapped herself in and, however unwittingly, Alessi could set her free.
‘What are you thinking?’ he asked.
‘I’m not going to tell you.’
It was the truth and it was also the truth.
Isla’s decision was made.
Alessi would never know that he was her first.
‘I’m going to go soon,’ he said in a low voice that made her shiver on the inside. ‘I don’t want to offend your father by leaving with you. I’ll text you my address.’
‘You don’t know my number.’
‘I do,’ Alessi said. ‘Don’t you remember sending me that school reunion photo on the night we met, the night you blew me off?’ She was on fire in his arms as he scolded her for her actions that night. ‘You’re going to apologise properly for that tonight.’
‘Meaning?’
‘Meaning I am going to go and say my goodbyes,’ Alessi said. His fingers were at the tie of her halter neck and she had an urge for him to unknot it, to be naked against him, to give in to the kiss that they both craved.
As the song ended, so, too, did their dance and Alessi gave her a brief smile of thanks before walking off.
To the world it might have looked like a duty dance, but for Isla it had been pure pleasure. She joined her father and tried to carry on a conversation with a prominent couple as her heart hammered and her mind whirred as to what to do. She saw Flick leaving with Tristan but this time Isla could only smile with the realisation that she had reprimanded Alessi just a few weeks ago for the very same thing—a doctor seeing one of her students.
She had been jealous, Isla could see it so clearly now.
Her phone buzzed and she glanced at it.
There was no message from Alessi, just his address.
‘Heading off already?’ Charles frowned. ‘It’s a bit soon.’
Isla looked at her father. She always did the right thing by her parents, by her sister, by Rupert, by her staff, her patients, by everyone but herself.
It was far from too soon.
Putting herself first was way overdue, in fact.
Isla left without another word.
CHAPTER NINE
ALESSI STEPPED INTO his apartment and swapped the crystal of his award for the crystal of a brandy glass.
He sent a text and wondered.
Would she come?
And if she did, then what would tomorrow bring?
He had spent close to a year wondering about Isla. Disliking her, yet wanting her. A whole year of trying to fathom what went on behind that cool facade.
No one had ever got into his head-space more and yet, rarely for Alessi, he did wonder about the consequences of tonight. He didn’t want to be shut down by Isla again, yet a part of him knew it was inevitable. Rare were the glimpses of the true Isla and he found himself craving them. From the first unguarded night to the smile when she had walked out from speaking with Blake and Christine, or sitting on a birthing ball with her teenage mums-to-be.
It was a case of one step forward and a hundred steps back with Isla and, despite the promise of their dance, despite the passion he had felt, Alessi actually doubted now that she’d even turn up at his door.
He checked his phone and, no, she hadn’t responded and Alessi found himself scrolling back and looking at their brief communication.
There was an eighteen-year-old Isla, as blonde and as glossy as she was now and smiling for the camera, but there was still that keep-out sign in her eyes. Alessi stared at the image for a long time, zooming in to avoid seeing Talia, for she had no place here tonight. Instead, he looked into Isla’s cool gaze and wondered about the secrets she kept, especially when he heard a knock at the door.
‘I was wrong,’ Alessi said as he opened the door to her. ‘I was starting to think you wouldn’t come.’
‘Why would you think that?’ Her voice lied—it was clear, it was confident, it was from the actress she had learnt to be.
‘Because you’re impossible to read.’
‘Better than boring,’ she said as he poured her a drink and handed it to her. She didn’t like brandy but it was a necessary medicine tonight. She was on the edge of both terror and elation and she wanted her demons gone.
To him.
He really was impossibly beautiful. His tie and jacket were off. If she ignored their surroundings, if she could pretend that they weren’t in his apartment, it could almost be the night they’d met for he had been wearing black pants and a white shirt then. He was just as toned, just as sensual, just as confident as he had been that night as he walked over to her, removed her now empty glass from her hand and placed it on a small table. His hands returned to her hips as they had that night, only his mouth did not take hers.
‘So …’ Alessi looked at her. ‘Here we are again.’
He was going to keep to his word, Isla realised as his lips did nothing to meet hers.
‘Up to you, Isla.’
Her lips actually ached from his ignoring them, and her body wanted to twitch from the lack of attention she craved. His hands were warm on her hips, his fingers just at the curve of her buttocks, and he moved not a muscle yet he stirred her deep on the inside. ‘I thought you were the great seducer,’ Isla said, willing her voice to be even, begging her heart to slow down.
‘So it’s my job to turn you on?’ Alessi checked, staring into her eyes.
‘Yes.’
‘But I already have.’
Was it that simple? Isla thought. Because, yes, he already had.
‘You will make the move, Isla.’
Was she here to be served her just deserts, was payback on his mind? She voiced just one of her many fears about this night. ‘So you can blow me off this time?’
‘God, no.’ The need in his voice put paid to that fear and so did his words. ‘I wanted you then and I want you now.’
Her eyes told Alessi she wanted him, too. ‘So what do you have to say about that night?’
‘I’m not going to apologise.’
He shrugged his shoulders but he didn’t move and she thought she might die if their lips didn’t meet, so she offered her haughty best.
‘Sorry!’
‘That’s a poor excuse for an apology,’ Alessi said. ‘Say it with your mouth on mine.’
‘Alessi …’ Isla cringed. She had no idea what was happening, no idea what his game was. She wanted to put up her hand and take a time-out, to consult the rule book, phone a friend, but there was only one other player in this game and she could hardly consult him.
I’ve never done this before, Alessi, she wanted to reveal. Apart from one kiss with you, I’ve never really been intimate or affectionate with a man before …
Only that wasn’t true.
Thirty seconds ago she had never been this intimate or affectionate but now she was pressing her lips to his mouth as if it was the most natural thing in the world. ‘Sorry,’ Isla breathed, feeling his lips stretch into a smile beneath hers as she joined in the game.
And she’d just been intimate again because her hands were running over his back as she whispered to his lips again.
‘I can’t hear you,’ Alessi said, and her lips moved to his ear, to the lovely, soft lobe, such a contrast to the scratch of his jaw, and she was saying the same word again.
‘Sorry.’
Sorry for being a bitch, sorry for shutting you out, sorry for a year of deprivation when it was so easy after all.
She was unbuttoning his shirt as her mouth moved to his neck. It really was that simple. He shrugged out of his shirt and she ran her hands over the lean chest, stroking his hardening nipples, and all she had to be, Isla realised, was herself, and she knew what she wanted.
It was Isla’s fingers rather than Alessi’s that undid the halter neck to her dress and the feel of skin, of his firm chest against her naked one, matched the moan that escaped from him, and then she removed her mouth from his neck and stood, taking in the feast going on in his eyes as he looked at her bare breasts.
‘I’ve run out of sorries,’ Isla said.
‘I haven’t.’ Alessi’s eyes lifted to hers. ‘I’m sorry for every terrible thought I have had about you and I’m even sorry for the inappropriate ones—they didn’t do you justice …’
His mouth came down on hers then, so hard that Isla thought she might taste blood. Almost a year of anger and pent-up frustration was unleashed from Alessi and for Isla it was electrifying and completely consuming to be so thoroughly kissed. His fierce tongue claimed her as her breasts were crushed to his chest. One of Alessi’s hands was at the back of her head, the other on her bottom, yet it was Isla who was pushing in.
She resented the bottom half of her dress for coming between them. She loathed both his trousers and his belt. She wanted them gone, she wanted them both naked, she wanted her legs wrapped around him.
Alessi pulled back and her mouth chased him for more.
‘Get on the bed,’ he ordered, his words harsh but necessary or they’d be doing it up the wall.
‘Where is it?’
He was as disorientated as she and it took a second for him to fathom the familiar route and it was hard getting there while being down each other’s throats on the way.
They stripped at the bedroom door, with the same glee and abandon as if they were taking their clothes off to jump in a river on a hot summer’s day. Isla’s nerves left her at the door and they dived onto his bed together, want tumbling them over and over, only tearing their mouths from each other to drink in glimpses of the other’s nakedness. He loved her large pink areolas and the blonde curls between her legs, and she in turn loved the darkness of his erection that nudged for attention even as his fingers slid inside her.
Isla simply forgot her own inexperience, forgot that she didn’t know what to do, or shouldn’t know what to do, for all that she could do was try and remember to breathe as his fingers deeply stroked her and his mouth noisily worked her breasts.
He touched her where, and in a way, she had never touched herself, and her body flared at the delicious invasion. Her spine seemed to turn to lava and she rocked to his hand.
‘Come,’ he ordered, and yet she had never done so. ‘Come,’ he said urgently, ‘because then I’m going to take you …’
She looked down at his fingers sliding in and out of her yet she couldn’t relax to his hand, no matter how she wanted to. ‘Take me now …’
They were side on and facing each other, and Alessi required no second invitation. His leg nudged hers apart so they scissored his and his fingers moved from deep within and held his thick base and teased, stroking her clitoris, toying at her entrance, till her own hand was closed over his and urged him inside.
‘Condom …’ He went to reach for one, but that meant rolling, that meant leaving, and her hand stayed steady over his, for she could not bear to break the spell. He nudged in just a little way and her throat closed on itself as she glimpsed how much this was going to hurt. Pain was confirmed again with the second, deeper thrust.
Alessi felt her tension and misread it. Common sense paid a very brief visit and he reached for a condom. The pause as he slid it on was enough for Isla to catch her breath. She didn’t like the pale pink of the sheath, she wanted the lovely darkness of before, the softness of his wet skin and the hard feel of him inside. It was that simple, but as he squeezed into her those wants were pale compared to the pleasurable hurt of being taken.
Alessi closed his eyes in pleasure at how tight she was, her moan, her sob, the bite of Isla’s teeth on his shoulder spoke not of pain to him.
Or to her.
Yes, it hurt, yes, she wanted a second to regroup, but the salt of his skin in her mouth and the immeasurable force of him thrusting within was a small price to pay for no rest. There were no thoughts to be gathered; he was driving her towards something and Isla was the most willing passenger. She could feel her first orgasm building, each deep stroke of him taking her to the edge of what was surely inevitable, but then Alessi stilled.
‘Don’t stop,’ Isla begged, but then she looked to the reason he had. The condom was shredded, rolled around his base, and decadent wishes came true, because she had loathed him pink and sheathed. She was absolutely on the edge of coming and the sight of him dark inside her simply topped her and it was Isla who took over, who continued the dance, and how could he not join her?
Both were watching, both dizzy with pleasure as Isla came. The first jolt of her body had Isla fight it, scared to let go, but trusting in him she did and with a small scream went with the pleasure. Alessi felt the pulses, the grip of Isla’s tight space dragging him in, and he simply gave in and thrust into her, loving the sense of her unleashed. He felt a pull in his stomach and the rise of his balls and somehow, somehow there was that brief flash of common sense and he dragged his thick length from her, and both watched as he shot silver over her.
It was delicious to look down while too scary to look up and meet the other’s eye.
It had been better than good.
