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Jahtly into his palms he felt every one of their joints protest ‘Be ready at seven Understood?’

She gave hi flare to his groin ‘You can’t get rid of ht?’

A fist of panic clutched at his insides He’d heard it in the car half an hour ago but back then he’d welco him in for a few days so he could put the final touches to the drawings on the Sherwood project before Phoebe joined him at the weekend

He glared at Aiesha with such intense loathing he could feel it burning through his eyeballs like hot pokers ‘You planned this, didn’t you?’

She tossed the length of her glossy chestnut hair back over one of her shoulders as she laughed that spine-fizzing laugh again ‘You think I’ve got that much power that I can manipulate the weather to suit me? You flatter me, James’

He sucked in a breath as she ait Carnal lust roared in his body but he wasn’t going to let her win this They could be snowed in for a month and he would still resist her

He would not give in

He Would Not Give In

CHAPTER TWO

AIESHA LEANED BACK against the door of her bedrooed breath Her heart was still flapping like a loosely tied flag in a gale force wind This couldn’t be happening

Jalue Where he went the press followed, especially if anyone got a heads-up on his upcoible bachelors—the epitoe of fifty panted after him He was suave, sophisticated Not a playboy like his father, but a classy specimen of modern sexy corporate man Before she knew it, her sanctuary would be invaded by hundreds of journalists and prying caet the latest scoop on him

She would be hunted down Found Exposed Mocked Shamed

The scandal she was trying to distance herself fro at the centre of so so sordid wasn’t new to her She’d spenttheave her, which made up for the lack of attention she’d received as a child

But that chapter was supposed to be over

She wanted to put that part of her life behind her and ovitch—was supposed to have been her big break The chance to get out of the club scene and nail the recording contract she’d longed for since she was a little kid singing into her hairbrush in front of a mottled mirror in a council flat Instead, she’d found out he wasn’t a music producer at all He’d lied to her froh her shift He’d co to talk to her between breaks, buying her drinks, telling her how beautiful her voice was, how talented she was Fool that she was, she had sucked it all up and basked in his praise

That hat angered her the h hiullible, especially the way she’d been dragged up by a bunch of tricksters and sham artists? He hadn’t been the handso to people ere too drunk to even listen to a word of her lyrics He was afor a bit of cheap fun on the side

Now she was painted as a heartless home-wrecker and her chance to prove she was so htclub one-trick pony was over She had no recording contract She didn’t even have a job Antony’s wife’s sas—possibly in the entire world—that would take her on now

And now she had to deal with Jahty Challender

In spite of everything, Aiesha couldn’t help a tiny s on his chain She had practised her moves on him when she was fifteen He had a little more self-control than his sleazeball of a father, but she hated him just as much But then she hated all ht they could have anyone they wanted just by fanning open their wallet Sexually they were OK, quite useful for a bit of fun now and again, but as people? No She hadn’t met any she respected as a person The men in her life had always let her down Tricked her Betrayed her Exploited her