Billie tensed because Damon's wife, Ilona, was the possessive type. She had visited the site on several occasions and had made it clear that she wanted to be sure that any interaction between her husband and his former school friend remained strictly related to business. 'Do I?'
'Sorry, Damon, you missed the boat a long time ago,' Alexei breathed sardonically, stepping between them without warning and closing an arm round Billie to sweep her straight out onto the dance floor.
'What on earth are you doing?' Billie gasped, thoroughly taken aback by his sudden appearance and that crack that harked back nine years to her first crush as a schoolgirl.
'Saving your good name,' he censured with a curled lip. 'Damon's wife took the kids and went home to her parents last week. His marriage is over. Damon making a beeline for you is a bad idea as you'll get the blame for breaking them up.'
'You couldn't care less about my good name,' Billie riposted.
Hooded dark golden eyes dropped to her tense heart-shaped face. 'Damon's looking for consolation, so give him a wide berth. Remember the guy who cut you dead on the ferry all those years ago. You look sexy in green—'
'Out of line, Alexei,' Billie framed, wildly aware of the strength and power of his tall, well-built body against hers and the hand splayed to her taut spine. She was barely able to breathe for nerves. 'Where's Tia?'
'With her friends. She's drunk and angry I won't go to the races with her next week. Organise a flight home for her tomorrow.'
'Yes.' So, Tia was yesterday's news. However, the effervescent blonde had lasted six weeks, which was a good month longer than many did.
The hand at her spine eased down to her derrière. Heat curled in her pelvis, her breasts stirring within the confines of her bra, the nipples distending in response.
'Oh…look at your parents out on the terrace!' Billie suddenly exclaimed, and she stilled to watch the older couple dancing outside alone. 'They're really enjoying their party.'
Alexei lowered his arrogant dark head, his breath fanning her cheek. The familiar scent of him, a specific aroma composed of warm husky male and the designer cologne he wore, assailed her nostrils and sent an arrow-sharp dart of longing through her. If he came too close she suffered that instinctive response half a dozen times in her working day. The awesome physical awareness he could inflict on her was terrifying.
Alexei held her back from him the better to look at her. Simmering dark golden eyes roamed over her like caramel melting on a hot day, burning everywhere his gaze touched. 'Stop trying to change the subject,' he husked. 'The way that fabric clings to your breasts is indecent and very flattering.'
And she glanced down and saw that her prominent nipples were clearly visible beneath her frock. Mortification engulfed her like a tidal wave. A hot pink flared up below her fine skin and washed her face with colour. Turning on her heel, she walked off the floor, furious with him, furious with herself. He was baiting her. He knew she was still attracted to him and he used it like a weapon against her. But she shouldn't have reacted.
The party, Billie decided ruefully, would be fine without her. She smiled at the touching recollection of Alexei's parents wrapped in each others' arms as they danced alone outside. It did not occur to her, nor indeed to anyone else that evening, that this image might be one of the last she or they would ever have of the older couple…