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She
smiled at him and absently ran her hand over his chest. A manipulative
gesture to be sure. But that didn’t stop his nipples from hardening. “If
you agree to be my husband, not only will I give you ten percent of my
inheritance, but I’ll also allow you conjugal visits.”
He was
floored—truly and fully shocked by this development. He looked at her
with what he hoped was distaste, but his heart was racing so badly that
he was barely able to muster a look of mild annoyance. “You’re
unbelievable, Cassie.”
“I
know,” she said, arrogant as ever. “And if I recall correctly, we played
pretty well together.”
“Ain’t
that the truth,” he muttered, before he’d stopped to think.
Her hand
rubbed at one of his hardened nipples, eliciting a sharp inhalation of
breath from him. “So…I figured we could have sex a couple of nights a
week, if you’d like. We’re both single. We might as well have some fun.”
“Fun
indeed.” He pulled away, and stood. “You think a lot of yourself, don’t
you? Or maybe the problem is that you think so little of me?"
“What
are you going on about now, Nathan? I thought you’d like the idea—”
“What?
The idea of you screwing me for money? Oh hell, Cassie, I love it! It
warms my heart, ya know. Makes this guy feel really wanted.”
“Screwing you for money? Are you calling me a whore?” Her eyes flashed
dangerously, and a faint vein above her temple throbbed.
“What
the hell else would you call it? I tried for months to get you to go out
with me; I even wrote you letters when you went away to college!” He
paced in front of her, growing strangely satisfied at the look of utter
horror on her face. “You never gave me the time of day. Not once did you
return any of my letters or phone calls, damn it. But now that there’s
money involved, I guess that’s all about to change, huh?”
Her lips
trembled. “Why do you keep bringing up the past? I explained why you and
I could never work out.”
He
stopped his pacing and stood in front of her. Bending down to peer into
her oval-shaped face, he spat, “An excuse—not an explanation. They’re
different, Cassie!”
She drew
away from him, her face a mask of displeasure. “Not everyone can be as
noble and upstanding as you,” she said through a whisper. “Some of us
have to fight to get the things we want. I’m a fighter, Nathan. And
since life isn’t fair, I’m not afraid to fight dirty.” She stood, eyeing
him up and down. “You should try it sometime.”
Rage.
It drew him into a hot embrace, enveloping his nerve endings, and
blinding him to all rational thought. “You wanna see dirty, Cassie?”
“Yeah,”
she said, her teeth clenched. “Impress me, stud.”
He
placed his large hands around her tiny throat, softly caressing the
feminine line of her collarbone. His voice dangerously low, Nathan
decided to show the pretty little con how filthy a desperate man could
be. It was an obsessive desperation that drove his decision to turn the
tables on her. “Fine, Cassie. I’ll marry you. I’ll do it for the money.
And also for the pleasure of having your fine ass pressed against me
every night.”
Copyright © Layne
Blacque, 2007.
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