Over a year after she had left Bryan and the bank to find peace away from his taunting and disturbances, long after Gerhard's death, she and Brenda had bumped into each other in town. Brenda had snubbed her with obvious deliberate anger.Hurt at such hostility when they had been such friends, Sharon had caught up with her and demanded to know what the problem was.Brenda had been very forthright and Sharon had remembered every word.'Are you trying to tell me that you really don't know?' Brenda had said coldly And when Sharon had protested, she had continued, ' Look, I don't want anything to do with you. I can't forgive you for what you did to Bryan. You are a cold two +- timing bitch!''What I have done to Bryan?' Sharon had echoed stunned but she had obviously been talking to herself because Brenda had already walked away.It had hurt alot at the time. Brenda had obviously not known the details of her affair with Bryan. Perhaps that was a good thing because she idolized Bryan after

Bryan refused to let go off her. 'You are not running away again', he said darkly holding her still against all her struggles.Sharon glared at him with wild bitter eyes. 'I am going home now. I've had enough of this damned pretense'.Bryan smiled lazily, though his eyes were dark and cold. 'Really? You surprise me', he drawled softly.'I don't know what you mean', she said frightened by the quiet menace in his voice, by the punishing grip that shackled her in this deserted conservatory.'So sweet, so innocent. I could almost believe you -- if I didn't know you better', his contempt flayed her.'You don't know me at all', she bit out.'And if you don't let me go, I'll scream'.Bryan laughed, derision glittering in his eyes. 'You'd better know it now that I have no intention of letting you go. You belong to me-- you always have, you always will. And you can run and hide from the fact all you want but it won't change a thing. Have you noticed how you tremble with desire when I come close

The client owned a number of exclusive boutiques all over the North of England and Oliver would have come himself had he not been tied up with the chairman of the London shops.And so with the ground work completed and Mr. Kimkim definitely interested, Sharon left his house at a little after five o' clock'. At the gate, she pulled to a halt, undecided as to what she should do. The sky was dark and it was snowing and she knew that if she wanted to get home that night, she had to be heading towards the motorway.A sudden loneliness griped her. Inside the warm cocoon of the car, she was safe from the world. She thought if Bryan, his hard face riding up in her mind's eye and felt like crying.She was tired of being alone. She was tired of being unloved. Even her daughter needed the love of her father. For how long would she deny her that due to her own vengeful tendencies? Was it her fault that she was brought into the world? She knew that there were children of single parents who turn ou

Sharon was frightened of the threat she heard in his voice that her eyes flew open and the warm contentment she felt.'Bryan.....' frightened, she gazed up into his unreadable face.'Tell me about Gerhard Alexandria ', he demanded grimly.'No, I won't ', she stood up feeling too vulnerable with him towering over her. But as she tried to move away, he caught her shoulders, his fingers bitting into her flesh as he turned her to face him. 'I want to know' he said angrily, shaking her slightly.'It's none of your damned business', she retorted, hating him for his strength, unable to understand his obsession with a dead man.'You were seeing him behind my back. I'd say that made it my business, wouldn't you?' his eyes were hot, burning with rage. 'God knows I could kill you for what you did'.'It didn't bother you for three years', Sharon said bitterly, twisting her body in an effort to free herself. 'So why now?''You married him', Bryan said through his teeth. 'You were his wife'.'I wou

'Don't....' She whispered as he pulled the pins from her hair, so that it fell loose around her shoulders.He looked at her, his face all shadowed angles in the candle light, his eyes black, glittering.'It's as though we've never been apart', he said quietly, threading his fingers through the loose silk of her hair feeling the texture, the shining thickness against her skin. 'Three years is a hell of a lot time to wait'.Holding herself rigid, Sharon abandoned her pride and whispered, 'Please Bryan, let me go'.He shook his head. 'I can't', he said thickly. 'I have to know what Gerhard taught you'.He be t, his mouth against her throat, kissing her skin tenderly, unhurriedly. She shuddered at his touch, desire racing through her body, heating her blood. She wanted to push him away but she couldn't move, couldn't protest.Bryan raised his head, staring into her eyes as his hands began unbuttoning the cashmere dress. She felt the sensual brush of his fingers against her bare skin, movi