When he next spoke, she could hear the tightness of his vocal cords. Excuse me, ladies.’ With those polite parting words, he bore her away, taking hold of her arm and clasping it tightly enough to prevent her escaping but not so hard as to hurt her.Eyes followed them as they walked in silence to the far corner of the garden, the part where discreet benches were placed amongst the blooming flowers for lovers to be alone. With every step she took, Dianne forced her mind to concentrate, to remember the words she’d spent the day rehearsing.Being here with him was a thousand times harder than she’d imagined it would be.The last time she’d seen her husband had been exactly six hundred and thirty-three days ago.The last time she’d seen her husband, they’d been screaming at each other, real hate and fury spilling out like a bunch of fireworks detonating in one big bang. She’d left that night and hadn’t seen him since.She’d thought all the hurt and anger from that evening and everything t
He waited for gratification to hit him, but all he felt was something akin to guilt, although why that should be the case he couldn’t begin to fathom. Dianne had left him. After three years of his lavishing his money on her, helping her to improve herself, supporting her, giving her everything she desired, she’d refused him a child.After three years of stringing him along, dangling the promise of a child over his head, she’d finally admitted the truth. She didn’t want to have his baby.Their whole marriage had been a lie, reduced to nothing but a cauldron of recrimination and hate.And now she had the nerve to ask for his help.Yet, staring at her now, her skin as pure as alabaster under the moonlight, Taylor had to clench his hands into fists and hold them tightly to his sides to prevent them reaching out to touch her.The first time he’d met her, he’d just taken over the running of the Moore Hotel chain, the family business run by his father until he’d suffered a major stroke. Desp
As he rejoined the party, the sight of her hurt, shocked face played heavily on his mind.His date, Evelyn, stared at him coolly, taking a long drag of her cigarette. ‘What was that about?’He looked at her. They’d been dating for almost a month, his first foray into the dating world since Dianne had walked out.Evelyn was tall, lithe, and stunning, frequently topping polls of the sexiest women.She was poised, cool and considered, and looked fantastic on his arm.Dianne was inches shorter and considerably curvier. She was warm and impulsive, with a laugh that warmed you to hear it. She smelled of fresh vanilla.He could still smell her now."Well?" Evelyn demanded, crunching her cigarette out of the ashtray.Dianne had always smelled gorgeous, especially first thing in the morning when the vanilla had turned to musk and mingled with the scent of their night’s lovemaking.He hated the smell of smoke. Was it any wonder he’d been loath to even kiss Evelyn?A dart of red crossed the perip
For a moment, she was too stunned to move or say anything else.Seeing him in full daylight, gorgeous in a dark blue suit and light blue shirt that made the colour in his eyes gleam, threatened to knock what little stuffing she had left out of her heart.This wasn’t a coincidence. It couldn’t be. Over the years, Taylor had wined and dined all the major players in the New York banking system. He had all the best contacts. His web is covered everywhere.He’d probably known the outcome of her meeting before she had.Suddenly, it became clear what he was here for.She marched over to him. "Here to gloat, are you?"He unfolded his arms and straightened, his pale blue eyes fixed on her without expression.‘No, Dianne.’ The faintest of smiles tugged at his sensuous lips. I’m here to offer you a lifeline.She studied him carefully, trying to read his face."What kind of lifeline?" she asked, not hiding her wariness."The kind of lifeline that will save your center."Taylor watched a dozen emo
She wanted to demand answers but forced herself to think rationally. Right now he was being cordial towards her, his attitude a marked improvement from the loathing he hadn’t bothered to hide at the party. He was here and, if he was as good as his word, prepared to help her. At that moment, that was all that mattered. Anything else she could worry about later? Antagonizing him would accomplish nothing.If she had to suffer his company, then for the children’s sake she would gladly accept it.Her head might have termed it "suffering," but her body had a different word for the reaction provoked by being in the close confines of the car with him. It was familiar torture: her lungs tight, her pulse loose, her skin alive with awareness.She breathed out slowly and peeked at him from the corner of her eye. Her heart swelled to see his sleeves rolled up, his tanned left arm resting on the ledge of the open window. Unlike most people with his wealth, Taylor preferred to drive himself unless h
Helping himself to a little of everything before them, Taylor took a bite of some bread, then fixed his eyes on her as he ate. Once he’d swallowed and taken another drink of his wine, he answered. ‘I am prepared to give you the money you need to buy the building and for all the renovations that will be needed to make the daycare centre fit for purpose.’She returned his stare, waiting for the catch that was surely coming."When do you have to get the renovations done by?" he asked. ‘Four months, was it? ’"Yes." The new owners agreed to give us six months to relocate. She watched him with caution. "Two of those months have already gone."The owner of the building that housed Solace daycare center had died unexpectedly, leaving the team that worked there rudderless. Worse still, his family had not shared his sentimentality and opted to sell to a developer, only telling the staff about it when it was a done deal.‘Four months to complete the purchase and the renovations?’It sounds like
The wildness he’d sensed in her from that first look had translated into the bedroom. Making love to her had always been out of this world. Whether it was hard and fast or slow and sweet, their passion for each other was unquantifiable."This is your pride talking, isn’t it? Because I had the nerve to leave you? You want to humiliate me?’He answered with deliberate smoothness, counteracting the vibrations emanating from her delectable frame. A charge flickered through his loins to see her face become the same colour it rose to when in the throes of passion. You want my help and I’m prepared to give it to you, but in return I want payment—and the only form of payment you are in a position to make is with your body.’She pushed her chair back as if she’d been scalded and got to her feet. "You want me to prostitute myself?"I’m merely requesting that you, my wife, return to the marital bed for a fixed period, and during that period you make yourself available to me wherever and whenever
That his words were true only served to shame her further, which she knew for certain was his intention. She’d humiliated him by leaving him, and this was the price he was forcing her to pay.The worst of it was, her treacherous body was eager to pay the price.‘I hate you.’‘I know.' He dipped his head and nipped her earlobe. "Imagine how incredible it will be, all that hate fueling all that lust. "Sensation filled her, every crevice of her coming alive at his touch and the whisper of his breath on her skin.Without this for two years...Somehow, someway, she managed to pull her hands free from his grasp, fully intending to use them as weapons to push him off her. Instead, working of their own accord, they hooked around his neck to pull him in for her hungry lips to connect with his. She had no sane understanding of what she was doing, instinct taking over to seize what her body so desperately wanted.In that instant, any sort of rationality dissolved from her mind.In a mesh of lip