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through her body. His body felt hard. Strong. Fantastic.
    â€˜Take that,’ he said, laughing as he rubbed her with his cream-spattered body. Was he trying to kill her with desire? She swallowed hard, but her mouth felt dry.
    She felt every powerful muscle as they slid over her. The cream oozed between their bodies. It didn’t seem like a game anymore. He had to stop or she’d do something stupid.
    They’d do something stupid.
    â€˜And this,’ he said, drawing his creamy cheek slowly across her face, covering her in the cool, velvet liquid.
    She dragged in a ragged breath, feeling momentarily drunk with the bouquet of fresh cream and delicious man.
    Gabe tensed, his lips millimetres from hers. He looked down and sought her eyes. The air between them seemed to flare as if ignited. He smoothed a strand of hair from her face. Every cell in her body quivered with anticipation.
    His lips lightly touched her forehead. She could hardly breathe.
    â€˜Gabe?’ she whispered.
    Then the tip of her nose.
    â€˜Shh.’
    â€˜Are you having a food fight?’ In an instant, Rupert’s sleepy words sucked the room of its sensuality.
    Gabe jumped away from her as if she were a snake ready to strike. The mood changed so fast the room seemed to spin.
    â€˜No. Charlie dropped the cream,’ Gabe said, grabbing a tea towel and wiping his face. ‘What are you doing up, young man?’
    â€˜I wet the bed.’
    Silence.
    He looked at her
    She looked at him.
    Gabe grinned. ‘Don’t worry. Look. Charlie’s all wet too.’
    She hoped the cream hid the colour rising in her cheeks.
    Taking Rupert by the hand, Gabe led him from the room. Before he disappeared from view, he turned and winked. ‘I’ll deal with you later.’
    Charlie leaned back against the bench. Her body tingled with yearning. Wow. Perhaps this is what a junkie feels like when deprived of a fix.
    It was wrong.
    She picked up a tea towel and wiped the cream from her face.
    It went against all the decisions she’d made when she’d left Australia. She’d thought she’d known everything about Paul, but he’d betrayed her so completely. And now, here she was kissing a virtual stranger. Had she learned nothing? She’d vowed to take time to discover herself. Who she was and what she wanted. Falling for a hot foreigner was definitely not part of the plan.
    She threw the tea towel back on the bench.
    She needed to work out her place in the world without her family and their bottomless pit of cash. Make her own way.
    And what about Gabe? It wasn’t fair to get involved. He didn’t even know her real name. Hell, she was nearly as bad as Paul. Building a relationship on deception.
    Well, no. Paul was a pig. She’d simply told a little white lie, but still, a lie all the same. Still deceit. Still duplicity. She’d have to sort out her mess in Australia before getting involved with anyone new.
    Perhaps she was more like her father than she cared to admit. But she pushed the thought away immediately. She was nothing like her shallow, distant, money-obsessed parents. Was she?
    Gabe deserved the truth.
    The sound of hissing brought her back to the task at hand. She rushed to the stove. Stirring quickly, she saved the dish from burning.
    A horrible thought crept into her mind.
    Her hand stopped. Maybe Gabe did this all the time? Casual kisses with strangers? She stirred the pan roughly, then dropped the spoon and leaned against the bench. Friends. That’s where this relationship should begin and end.
    She scooped up the chopped herbs and scattered them over the rice. She’d known Gabe less than forty-eight hours. He’d offered her a few days of touristy fun and that’s what they’d have.
    She ran a finger over her lips.
    A drop of cream slid between her breasts. She shuddered.
    She needed a shower.
    A cold one.
    As Gabe stripped off his cream-splattered clothes, he