Mistress At A Price. Sara Craven

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      Table of Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       About the Author

      PROLOGUE

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

      CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       EPILOGUE

       Endpage

       Copyright

       PROLOGUE

       September

      THE bathroom was lit by candles, their flames burning steadily in the warm still air.

      She tilted the flask of fragrant oil and added a few drops to the steaming water in the deep tub, drawing a deep, appreciative breath as the smoky scent of lilies reached her.

      A glass of chilled white wine was waiting on the small table beside the bath, with a tall, slender vase of freesias. Music was drifting in from the bedroom next door—a sultry Latin beat, quietly and insistently sexy.

      Perfect, she thought, pinning her hair into a loose coil on top of her head, then untying the sash of her silk robe and letting it fall to the ground. She stepped into the water, leaning back against the little neck pillow with a brief sigh of satisfaction, letting her whole body relax by inches. Feeling the tensions of the day slowly disappear. To be replaced by a different sort of excitement.

      She picked up her wine glass and sipped. Not long to wait now. Only half an hour—forty minutes at the most—to complete this precious ritual, and be waiting—and oh, so ready. She laughed softly in anticipation.

      The soap was scented with lilies too. She worked it into a gentle lather and began to apply it to her skin, taking her time, her senses tingling in anticipation of the moment when other hands would touch her body—other fingers caress her sensitised flesh.

      She soaped one smooth, slender leg and then the other, lifting each of them clear out of the water and surveying them critically, admiring the pearly sheen of the polish on her toenails.

      Her belly was as flat as she could wish, and her hips were slim but gently rounded. All in all, she was in good shape.

      She was taking better care of her body these days, she reminded herself. She ate sensibly and went regularly to the gym.

      All I ever needed, she thought, slanting a secret smile, was the right motivation.

      ‘You look terrific,’ a male colleague had remarked over lunch, his eyes appraising. ‘Don’t tell me you’re in love.’

      ‘I won’t,’ she’d retorted crisply. ‘Because I’m not.’

      She wondered now what he’d have said if she’d told him the truth. Let him in on her secret night-times—this hedonistic, sensual bargain that gave her all the pleasure of love but none of the pain.

      Yet there might eventually be pain, she supposed. If one of them decided it was time to part before the other was ready.

      But that wasn’t a thought that need trouble her tonight. Not on the very brink of his arrival.

      She cupped water in her hands and poured it over her shoulders, letting it cascade down her taut breasts. Watching the droplets clustering on her rosy nipples. Feeling the breath catch in her throat as she imagined his mouth capturing them.

      Not long now, she told herself, and, as if on cue, her mobile phone rang.

      Her mouth curved in delight as she checked the caller.

      ‘Welcome back,’ she said softly, her tone faintly teasing. ‘You seem to have been away for ever.’

      She leaned back, her smile widening as she listened. ‘You’ll be here in twenty minutes? That’s terrific.’

      She paused, then added huskily, ‘But hurry—please. Because I’m waiting for you …’

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