Red-Hot Seduction: The Sins of Sebastian Rey-Defoe / A Taste of Sin / Driving Her Crazy

‘I can see a massive flaw in your plan—the baby—so do you expect me to walk around with a pillow shoved down my jumper, too?’

‘That won’t be necessary. We will be away on an extended honeymoon when you tragically lose the baby. It’s not something we want to talk about and people will respect that.’

‘You’ve thought of everything.’

‘If not, I’m pretty good at thinking on my feet.’

‘And modest with it,’ she snapped back waspishly.

‘So what do you say, Mari Jones? Eighteen months of your life, then afterwards slate clean and a financial settlement to ease your way back into your life? It’s negotiable but the figure I suggest is—’

‘No!’

He watched as she chewed her plump lip, an abstracted expression on her face, before she settled back in her seat with a little sigh followed by a decisive nod as she looked at him.

‘Make it exactly what Mark’s treatment costs and you have a deal.’ She gave him a hard look.

‘That would amount to you throwing away several million pounds.’

‘I don’t care about the money.’

‘I assumed you would go away and think about it.’

She gave a slightly wild-sounding laugh. ‘Thinking is the last thing I want to do! The only thing is...when you said this was business you wouldn’t expect me to—’

‘I have never had to pay for sex.’

His eyes trained on the outline of her breasts where the nipples left an erotic imprint against the wet fabric of her shirt. Unable to fight the impulse, he reached across and pushed aside a strand of rain-darkened hair that clung to her cheek.

The touch of his fingers on her skin made Mari tense; slowly she turned her head to look at him. The light contact felt like a brand at every point of contact and her skin tingled and burned.

‘Right, I’ll marry you but I won’t sleep with you.’

A slow smile of satisfaction spread across his hawkish features. ‘In my experience it’s always a good idea to keep business and pleasure separate, but let’s not include it in the vows.’

Mari flinched. Hearing him say vows made it seem more real. She felt as if she were living a recurrent childish nightmare of hers—she had stepped on a carousel that wouldn’t stop and let her off, it just carried on going round and round while she started screaming.

His smile died as he said softly, ‘The next time maybe...?’

She gave a bemused frown and shook her head, parroting in a flat voice, ‘Next time?’

‘Don’t all girls dream of the wedding dress?’

‘Not the groom?’

‘Let’s hope you find a man who hasn’t been put off the white-wedding thing by having been previously publicly humiliated by a wedding crasher. Oh, and while we are on the subject it’s not the best idea to start looking for Mr. Right or even a little light entertainment until after we have split up.’

Struggling to hide her embarrassment behind an air of amused indifference, she shrugged and asked, ‘Is that in the small print?’

He did not smile back, and there was a definite warning in his voice as he told her, ‘No, that part is in the big print. If it’s any comfort, you won’t be the only one condemned to eighteen months of celibacy.’

What was eighteen months when you’d already done twenty-four years? she thought, swallowing the bubble of hysteria that rose in her throat.

‘Still, I suppose eighteen months of abstinence is preferable to a lifetime of regret.’

She lost the battle to allow his cynicism go unchallenged. ‘I suppose the trick is to find the right person.’

He gave an eloquent sneer of contempt. ‘The trick is to enjoy the party but be realistic.’

His attitude continued to get under Mari’s skin. ‘So if you don’t believe people fall in love forever, why were you getting married?’

A muscle throbbed in his lean cheek as he gave a strange twisted smile. ‘Did I say I didn’t think people fall in love forever? My parents’ passion for one another is as strong today, I would think, as the day they met.’ And just as blindly selfish.

The idea of following their example had been the perfect incentive when it came to keeping his own passions under control.

She was bewildered by the aura of anger he was projecting. It had an almost physical presence in the enclosed space.

‘Well, that’s marvellous.’ She looked at him, struggling to read his expression. ‘Isn’t it?’

‘My parents’ love has not stopped them having affairs, but they always come back to one another. However the divorces were never amicable and the marriages always headline-making lavish.’

Her eyes widened. ‘How many times?’

‘Married three times, divorced twice...so far.’

‘That must have been hard growing up.’

The tentative sympathy was met with a hard look. ‘Put your empathy away, Mari. I do not need it. My grandfather brought me over from the Argentine to England when I was eight, up from that point he raised me, and then when Fleur came along he adopted her.’

‘Do you spend much time in Argentina?’

He shook his head. ‘Not now. After the death of her husband my grandmother moved back to her homeland, Spain. I spend some time there.’ He handed her a card. ‘My private number—ring me if you have any questions. So where shall I take you?’

‘I came in my own car,’ she said faintly. ‘So what happens...now?’

‘We get married. It’s not complicated.’

Mari swallowed. ‘When?’

‘I’ll be in touch.’

CHAPTER SIX (#u44e78751-169f-5476-9236-732847501399)

MARI WAS PACKING her bag when her mobile rang. Finding it under a pile of underclothes, she saw the caller ID and picked it up. Chloe had been her classroom assistant for two years now. She was one of the people Mari would miss most, along with the children. She had always felt she was one of the lucky ones. She loved her job and never woke up not wanting to go into work—now all that was gone.

She pushed the thought away—no time to look back and have regrets. ‘Hi, Chloe!’

‘Is it true? Have they really sacked you?’ Without waiting for a reply the girl continued indignantly, ‘Is that even legal?’