All Chapters of A REASON FOR MARRIAGE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sara McCall rushed to the parking lot of the office building she was to decorate in a few days and hurried as fast as her heel shoes would allow her. As she got into her car and began to drive, she sincerely hoped that her new client wouldn't be too upset about her lateness. Her meeting with Howard Kendrick had taken so much of her time and that was something she had not planned for. She almost blamed Howard for it. The man simply couldn't make up his mind about what he wanted, and so she'd found herself making different suggestions to him. When he finally made his choice, she knew she was going to be late to meet up with her next client, but it was still her fault. She should have planned for the delay. Trying to drive carefully while she was in a hurry was frustrating as hell, and when she suddenly saw the traffic jam ahead of her, she groaned outwardly. Surely, she was destined to lose this new client, she thought. She was at the verge of giving up when she realized that she coul

Simon's breath now caught in his throat as she looked over the top of the heads of the men surrounding her, glancing around the room in obvious uninterest—almost as if she was aware of someone watching her, but had no idea who or why. His earlier impression of her complete boredom with her admirers and her surroundings was confirmed as she repressed a yawn. At the same time as their glances met.Met and then, as the woman’s gaze shifted slowly back to his, held…. Then boom…. She recognized him! He knew she did by the way her eyes widened in surprise. He watched every move… The way she took a deep breath… The color rising to her cheeks… The frown on her face before she quickly looked away. Her reaction was even funnier than he'd imagined, and Simon grinned inwardly. It was even more surprising that he felt a weird kind of joy because she'd remembered him. Guess he'd made quite an impression, he thought. She looked in his direction again. Probably making sure it was really him, and Si

"Indeed," That green gaze was hard and unyielding. "And do you always form your own opinion of people before you actually get to know them?" She shrugged. "It’s an unwise woman who doesn't pay attention to her… Observations," Just as it was an unwise woman who chose to ignore the fact that Simon Hamilton's voice had hardened in the last few minutes. "No doubt allowing you to decide that there is no smoke without fire…?" Oh, Sara was pretty sure there was a lot of fire when this man chose to turn his lethal charm on a woman. "Not exactly," she dismissed dryly. "I just have eyes and common sense with which to make up my own mind." His nostrils flared. "And yet you had already decided to distrust me, just because something unfortunate had happened yesterday. Something I had no control over." Sara had decided so much more than that! "I know enough to be wary, yes." She said, Simon Hamilton's jaw tightened. "You are not prepared to give me the benefit of the doubt?" "In what way?"

It was a warmth that was in no way reflected in Sara's incredible brown eyes, and she made no effort to echo her escort’s enthusiasm. "We’ll wish you a good evening, then, Mr Hamilton," His eyes laughed down into hers. "I believe you called me Simon earlier." "Did I?" she dismissed coolly. "How over-familiar of me!" Not familiar enough for Simon. He turned to watch Sara and her escort cross the room to make their excuses to their host before leaving. All without those eyes giving so much as a glance back in his direction. Simon continued to watch the sensuous sway of those curvaceous hips so lovingly outlined in that clinging red gown, and made a silent promise to himself as the doorman closed the door behind Sara's departure.A promise that one day—or night; it didn’t really matter what time it was!— he would hear Sara scream his name as he made love to her. _________Simon sipped his champagne after Sara and Mark left, and didn't know if he should be amused by Sara's dismissal o

With her hair secured at her crown it was now possible to see the slender arch of her delicious throat, with skin as delicate as pale China. It was a delectable delicacy that Simon found himself aching to taste. Presumably that wasn’t completely out of the question, if Sara and Mark really weren’t together.He straightened slowly. "That’s a pity, because the only thing that I’m in the least interested in talking about this evening is your personal life." Those eyes widened warily. "I don’t understand." "No?" Simon found himself watching intently as she moistened those peach-glossed lips before speaking again."I understood from our phone conversation earlier today that you wanted me here at five o’clock so that we could discuss possible new designs for the décor in your apartment." Simon smiled slightly. "I don’t remember so much as mentioning any designs for my apartment during our brief conversation this morning." "Well…no," she conceded slowly, after a few seconds’ thought. "Bu