"Jesus, what's the hold up? I thought London traffic was bad, but this is ridiculous. Maybe I should have hitched a ride on your cycle instead." "In that skirt?" Silas's amused reply soothed her irritation somewhat, and she glanced across to see him smile at her. The male appreciation in his amber eyes made her beast purr, and she pulled the hemline of her skirt a little higher, until it exposed the creamy flesh of her upper thighs. Silas swallowed, and he closed his eyes and thumped his head against the headrest of the passenger seat. "See, it's very versatile, and I'd have managed." She grinned at the way Silas shook his head and groaned. "And we'd have caused an accident I'm sure. I can see the headlines now. 'Traffic in Hatfield ground to a standstill when beautiful woman exposed herself on lecturer's bicycle. Tail backs a mile long caused chaos for evening commuters.'" Maria laughed out loud, and Silas cracked one eye open and grinned back at her. "So, you think I'm beautiful then?" she asked, and crept forward another inch.
