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Jaht think he could control her but she wasn’t leaving Lochbannon on his say-so Hisas she liked She wasn’t going to be pushed around by a stuffed shirt whose vocabulary didn’t possess the words fun or spontaneity He was a nitpicking, tiot antsy if the cushions on the sofa weren’t neatly aligned
And as for his so-called fiancéewhat a joke! They deserved each other Phoebe whatever-her-na off her perfect toothpaste-coure while her equally pampered and perfect parents pumped up her trust fund
Bitch
Aiesha tapped her fingers against her lips Maybe there was a way for her to get this unexpected little speed bump to work in her favour Why would anyone think she was hooking her claws into a boring old ly gorgeous as Ja the week cloistered with her up here in the Highlands?
She reached for her phone with a rin Twitter, here I come!
Jah to hisher on the pitfalls of harbouring a headline-grabbing harlot as sure to pilfer the silver or trash the place with a wild party in her absence
He rubbed a golf-ball knot of tension in his neck as he looked at the steady fall of snow outside the libraryFor once the weather forecasters were spot on It was snowing a blizzard and any chance of leaving now—let alone in the —ell and truly out of the question
He dropped his hand back down by his side with a whooshing sigh Thank God no one kneas here with Aiesha Yet He’d checked on his phone earlier to see if anyone had tracked her down but so far they hadn’t The Vegas scandal was still generating plenty of co to her on her part in destroying a perfectly respectable ht some of the comments were a little harsh Surely the man in question had to take some responsibility?
But then he thought of her little seductive moves downstairs She was one hell of a temptation even the purest of monks would find hard to resist His body was still reverberating with shockwaves of unbridled lust She did it for the sport of it It aame, a competition to see who had the o He’d been proud of his strength of will, but back then she’d been a kid Now she was an adult and twice as dangerous She’d had years to perfect her art of playing the courtesan
James clenched and unclenched his hands His skin was still burning fro he did would quell it He had never thought of himself as a hedonistic sensualist He enjoyed sex but there was an element to it that had always disturbed him The closeness that came with sex and the out of control aspectvulnerable and at the mercy of another unnerved hiht leash He was by noin to priht of the consequences
Like his father, for instance,from one relationship to another with a series of totally unsuitable woal, yet another wannabe starlet looking for a sugar daddy to give her a good time The shallowness of his father was a constant irritation to him A constant embarrassment A constant source of shame He hated the assumption he was like his father because they shared the same features
He wasn’t the same
He had drive and ambition where his father had none He had focus and discipline He cared about the company He cared about the people orked in the company
Hard work and responsibility weren’t words James associated with his father Born to wealth, which he’d proceeded to dispense with as soon as it was bequeathed to him, Clifford Challender had all but destroyed the coffers and the reputation of the architectural erandfather had worked so hard to build
Now the baton was in Jao until he had the coed, up there with the top ten architectural firms in the country
The Sherwood project was a pivotal step towards that drean of Howard Sherwood’s London hoe compared to other projects the influential and well-connected businessman could send James’s way If Ja luxury environmentally friendly accolobe would be one step closer It wasn’t just the money that motivated him The project was true to his values as an architect He wanted to leave a legacy of buildings that enhanced the environ or destroying the like his wastrel father