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      ‘I’ll announce myself,’ he said. ‘Miss Bowes …’ He gave her an unsmiling nod.

      Sally had been unable to concentrate all morning, a fact that she knew her secretary had noticed with curiosity. She had made half a dozen errors in her arithmetic and had started and abandoned three letters to the club’s suppliers. Her attention had been torn in half between worrying about Nell’s situation and thinking about Jack, and neither had been conducive to work. When Jack’s name was announced she had felt her heart do a little flip and the heat had rushed through her body in an irresistible tide, but then she had seen his face, his hard, uncompromising expression, and the smile had faded from her eyes as she had known at once that something was dreadfully wrong. Her superstitious dread had been well founded.

      He did not look in the least glad to see her. In fact, he looked thunderous.

      ‘Thank you, Mary,’ Sally said, rising to her feet and nodding to the secretary to close the door behind her. Her heart was beating uncomfortably fast now. Already the abruptness of Jack’s tone and the dislike that she could see in his eyes reminded her all too clearly of their first meeting, before they had taken dinner together, before he had kissed her, before that tempestuous and passionate lovemaking that even now stole her breath to remember it. She felt confused, as though time had slipped back and all the things that she knew had happened between them over the past few days had never been.

      ‘This,’ she said, as calmly as she was able, mindful of the staff in the outer office, ‘is distressingly similar to your arrival two days ago, Mr Kestrel.’

      Jack slapped a pile of papers down on the desk in front of her. ‘Do you deny that you supported your sister in a claim for damages after an elopement and also in a breach of promise case in 1906, Miss Bowes?’ he demanded.

      Sally’s stomach lurched. She felt a little sick. So Jack had been digging into Connie’s past affairs. She might have guessed that he would. He must have started his enquiries before they had met, but even so she felt horribly betrayed. She remembered the previous night, the things she had done, the heated, intimate, perfect things she had allowed him to do to her, and she could not bear to think that all the time he’d had no trust in her. Even now the memories could make her melt with longing and she hated the fact that he could still do that to her when he was standing there like a cold-faced stranger. That was humiliating. But what was blisteringly painful was the fact that she had loved him then and, despite everything, loved him still.

      ‘You have been quick to make enquiries into our business, sir,’ she said stiffly.

      ‘Naturally,’ Jack said. His expression was stony. ‘Did you think I would simply trust your word, Miss Bowes? How surprisingly naïve for a woman like you!’

      He allowed his gaze to appraise her insolently from her plain brown shoes to her neatly pinned hair. ‘I have to say that you have been very convincing over the past couple of days. I almost believed you honest. You are evidently both practised and clever.’

      The pain of his contempt sliced through Sally like a knife. ‘You have this utterly wrong!’ she said. ‘Yes, I was involved in supporting Connie through the breach of promise case two years ago, but she had been cruelly let down and I wanted to help her—’

      ‘Oh, spare me the false protestations of innocence.’ The derision in Jack’s voice was searing. ‘Your sister’s attempt to extort money from my uncle is part of a pattern of blackmail that both of you have perpetrated for years.’

      Sally’s outrage swamped all other emotions. ‘How dare you? It is not!’

      Jack tapped the sheaf of papers. ‘The detail is all here, Miss Bowes.’ He straightened up. ‘Chavenage, Pettifer, and now you seek to add my cousin to the list.’

      Sally’s mind was spinning. She knew that the cases looked damning, but her heart was sore that Jack had come to accuse, not to ask her for the truth. They had only known each other a brief time but even so, she had hoped that it would have been enough for him to trust her. Evidently not. He could make love to her with no emotional commitment whatsoever. He had no respect for her. She felt despair at the contrast with her own feelings.

      ‘I know that the breach of promise suit looks bad,’ she said desperately, ‘but if you would only let me explain! Connie loved John Pettifer. His desertion caused her immense distress.’ She stopped at the look of utter disbelief on Jack’s face.

      ‘You are breaking my heart, Miss Bowes,’ he said cynically. ‘The truth is that your sister is nothing but a gold-digger and you are as good as a procuress!’ He looked at her thoughtfully and under his scrutiny the colour burned into her face because she knew he was thinking about their nights together.

      ‘I am surprised,’ he drawled, ‘that you held on to your virginity for as long as you did when it was something that you could sell for money. Did you see me, Miss Bowes, and think that I was rich enough to be made to pay? How long before I receive a visit from your lawyer bringing a court case for deflowering an innocent girl?’ He laughed, and the contempt in it shrivelled Sally’s soul. ‘Damn it, even if I have to pay up, it was almost worth it. You tasted very sweet.’

      The fury and misery swamped Sally. She found she was shaking. She thought of Nell struggling to find two hundred pounds to save her own children and buy medicine and food and she thought of Jack’s hateful callousness. If he already had such a low opinion of her, what did it matter what else he thought about her? She would never be able to change his opinion. Their sweet affair was over before it had barely begun and her love with it.

      She took a deep breath.

      ‘I would settle for two hundred pounds,’ she said.

      As soon as the words were out she thought she was going to faint at her own audacity. She felt sick and shaky. Jack had turned away for a moment and now he spun around to look at her and his eyes widened as though, even with the poor opinion he held of her, she had surprised him. Perhaps she had. Perhaps he had not expected her to be so shameless. Sally concentrated fiercely on thinking of her family and waited.

      His gaze was hard and appraising as it scoured her from head to toe and left her trembling. Then he smiled, a cynical smile. His put his hand, very slowly, into his pocket and withdrew a leather wallet.

      ‘My advice,’ he drawled, ‘would be to negotiate your fee in advance in future, Miss Bowes.’

      Sally swallowed hard. Her throat was dry and her heart was beating so hard she thought he would be able to see how she shook.

      ‘Two hundred pounds for two nights,’ Jack said, extracting some fifty-pound notes from his wallet. ‘You could have asked for much more.’ He came up to her and put a hand against her cheek. His touch was gentle, but the expression in his eyes was hard. ‘How much do you want to be my mistress?’

      Sally closed her eyes. She knew that with her demand for money she had confirmed every belief he had about her mercenary soul. And yet despite the hostility between them he still wanted to sleep with her because the searing, sensual passion between them had not yet been sated. Having purchased her virginity, he thought he could buy her to be his mistress.

      She had sold her virginity for two hundred pounds.

      The reality hit her like a rip tide, making her tremble with despair and self-disgust. And straight on the heels of that thought she felt Jack lean down and his mouth take hers with ruthless intensity.

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