‘You don’t play fair.’ ‘Neither do you.’ Gerd’s voice was low and amused and very, very sexy. Her eyes opened and she warded him off with up-raised hands. ‘As it happens, I wasn’t going to object to an allowance,’ she said forth rightly. ‘But I’ll use my own money until it’s gone.’ Gerd shrugged. ‘You’re not going to budge on this, are you?’ ‘No.’ ‘And you don’t want me to try and persuade you…?’ He let the suggestion hang in the air. ‘I do not,’ she told him as crisply as she could. Which was not very effective. Her voice had softened, and the lazy, languorous note in it constituted a far from subtle invitation. He knew, of course, that if he touched her, kissed her, she’d melt, and then she’d be lost. But he had to accept that he couldn’t just make decisions for her and expect her to obey them without question. So she repeated coolly, ‘I can see the point of an allowance, so I’ll accept that. But until my money runs out I’ll buy my own clothes.’ ‘Your personal clothes,’ he conceded.
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