I wasn't jealous of the admiring tone he used when he spoke of her and how she'd charmed his family. Not exactly anyway. The tightening of my stomach came from something that had nothing to do with sex or romance. I knew Blayne wanted me, that he was attracted to me sexually, but there was something in his voice when he talked about Livie. He liked her for more than her body. In fact, he never mentioned her body. Only how smart and poised she'd been. As we finished the last of our fine meal and sat on the hotel sofa, sipping the last of the champagne, I couldn't get those thoughts out of my mind and I knew why. I wasn't simply attracted to Blayne, wanting him in my bed. It wasn't that I thought he was fun to be around, even though we couldn't go out anywhere, or that he had the money to get us this amazing room and pay the staff for their discretion. No, it wasn't lust or friendship or anything like that. I wasn't so lucky. I was falling for him. I couldn't deny the way I felt when I looked at him.
