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He aliven herself to Van Eych, so long as he possessed her, which left hi from him: not just his parents and hoht to a norht to want to bury her, not bury himself in her

He told himself her defiance provoked hies as he had was internally progra cat and show her he wasn’t the easy dalliance she was used to She wouldn’t be the biddable sex kitten he was used to either, but that

Listen to him He knew better than to trust her, but he was halfway into bed with her anyway

Pulling out his mobile, Aleksy texted his PA, then held his breath He had the truth in seconds and sed back a howl of triu physical de her not just acceptable but imperative

He pushed open the half-closed door and foundclothes into a laundry basket set atop a narrow, single bed There was soined Van Eych had been feeling his age—and beginning to feel the pressure of Aleksy’s running hiround—when he’d discovered Clair in the file room

Clair was just the old elic in looks but not in disposition Van Eych had had woe, so it came as no surprise that he’d wanted to maintain the illusion of virility into his later years The inability to fully enjoy Clair ut

If only he were alive to hate Aleksy for this A wicked smile of enjoyment pulled Aleksy’s mouth “The medical records confirm what you say Van Eych was limp”

She sent hi flutter of nervous tension “I told you, it doesn’t matter to me what you believe”

“It matters tohimself so he wouldn’t press forward into the room and take what he wanted before they’d outlined the terms She had maneuvered a very profitable situation out of a cri she could be

She grabbed a hooded jacket off the suitcase near his feet As she folded it, she hid her expression and any chance of reading her thoughts, but he heard the wheels turn

He took in the unpacked case as he waited for her towhere she’d been for a week With a real lover perhaps, but other ed to Victor That was the i her for hiry fire in him It was an approximation of the victory he craved, and he would have it

With possessive satisfaction, he toured her shape, stoking the heat of anticipation as he hit narrow feet in bronze ballet slippers and clis Hips that would fill his hands A thick pullover sweater that hung loose, disguising whether she wore a bra He’d bet she wore a snug undershirt of so that would trap the heat of her skin but still allow him to find and rub her taut nipples

Her ar him out of his fantasy Her blue eyes ide, her lips parted A blush of awareness bloomed across her cheekbones She knew exactly what he was thinking and even though she was acting shocked, she wasn’t repelled Her lashes dropped to hide her eyes, but she flirted light fingers through hair that looked as shiny and silky as gold tassels on a scarlet cushion Her chest rose in a shaky little pant and she ran her tongue over ripe lips

It struck hi the men she used

He chuckled, delighted not only to have the upper hand, but to have her delectable body fall so easily under hi to share that bed will persuade me to let you stay in it”

CHAPTER THREE

FOR SOME REASON Abby’s note fro came back to Clair

Iup with you

Clair didn’t allow herself to be an idealist She knew better than to wait on Prince Charain She’d had invitations to sex before, even considered a few, but souard A sense of eation that wasn’t co so blunt and tactical

“I thought you believedwith Victor”