A Ruthless Passion. Robyn Donald

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      ‘Your mother is not well.’

      A shadow darkened her features. How much pressure, Nick wondered savagely, had Cat’s charming, gentle, uncomplaining mother applied? Oh, nothing overt, but with her father dead, and his small annuity gone with him, Mrs Courtald must have seen Glen as the answer to all her prayers.

      Cat said, ‘She’s—well enough.’ Her full, soft mouth, tantalisingly red, tightened. ‘And I’m a quick learner,’ she finished on a challenging note.

      She was going to go through with it. For only the second time in his life Nick braced himself as a shaft of panic overturned the processes of his cool, incisive brain. Reasserting control, he asked with cutting scorn, ‘Why are you marrying him, Cat? If it’s money—’

      ‘It is not money!’ Indignation woke those sleepy eyes to fiery alertness, jutted the small, pointed chin. Coldly she retorted, ‘Glen’s an attractive, exciting man, kind and thoughtful and fun to be with—’

      ‘And twenty years older than you.’

      Her chin jutted even further. ‘So? I like older men.’

      ‘Because you want a father to replace the one you’ve just lost,’ he said brutally; he was doing this all wrong and he didn’t know how to rescue the situation. ‘But Glen is not yet forty, and he’s no father figure. He’s going to want to sleep with you, Cat—’

      ‘Don’t call me that!’

      ‘Why not? You’re like a cat, sweet and kittenish when everything’s going your way, but I can see the feline in you. Glen can’t—he thinks you’re docile and obedient and playful. He’s a virile man, experienced and vigorous. Have you thought of what it will be like to make love to him?’

      Once again the colour drained from her face. Her lashes fell as she said angrily, ‘I’m going to be the best wife I can possibly be to him—’

      ‘Even though you want me?’ Nick demanded.

      Head down, face averted, she was shaking her head, the folds of tulle swinging in soft waves. ‘No,’ she said fiercely. ‘I love Glen.’

      ‘But you want me,’ Nick repeated, sliding his hand beneath her chin, lifting her face. Mouth trembling, she looked at him with desolate, hungry eyes.

      ‘Cancel the wedding now,’ he pressed quietly, struggling to leash the ruthless passion that clamoured through every cell in his body, urging him to pick her up and carry her into the bedroom and there lay claim to her in the most primitive, effective way, stamp her with his possession, make her shrink with horror at the thought of any other man touching her. ‘Cat, you can’t marry Glen,’ he said steadily, pouring his considerable power to persuade into his deep voice, into his expression. ‘Cancel the wedding— I’ll help you with the arrangements. It will be difficult, but we’ll cope.’

      He almost had her. He could feel her hunger, feel her urge to surrender—until her lashes dropped and her mouth tightened, and she said, ‘And then what, Nick?’

      His hand dropped to his side. ‘I can help you,’ he repeated, knowing as he said it that she wasn’t going to give in on such a vague promise—and angry because he could offer her nothing more. Glen might be prepared to take advantage of a girl straight from school, but Nick knew she wasn’t ready for marriage to anyone, much less the passion that hardened his body the moment he touched her.

      She closed her eyes; when her lashes lifted the blue irises were smooth and opaque as enamel. ‘I don’t know what this—thing—is between us, but it can’t mean anything because I don’t know you. We only met three days ago. I do know Glen, and I not only love him, I respect him. I couldn’t put him through the pain of such a public humiliation because of something that I don’t understand and don’t trust.’ She looked at Nick directly. ‘I’d have thought that as his closest friend and his protégé, you’d be ashamed even to suggest it.’

      His demons unleashed by three sleepless nights and an intense, aching frustration, Nick kissed her startled mouth, forcing it open. Her scent, sweet and womanly, filled his head with narcotic fumes; he tried to drop his arms, lift his head and step back, but he couldn’t move, overthrown by a ferocious, dangerous pleasure.

      She didn’t resist; after a few rigid seconds she yielded, her body sinking against his, her mouth softening beneath his.

      So this, he thought dimly, was paradise…

      When she stiffened and tried to push him away he let her go, only then aware that somebody was knocking on the door.

      Huge, shamed eyes slid away from his. Cat pressed her hand against her mouth, then with sudden, deliberate violence wiped his kiss off. ‘Get out,’ she whispered. ‘Just get out of here, and never come back. I wouldn’t marry you if you were the last man in the world.’

      Nick leaned over and straightened the crushed tulle of her veil. Amazingly his hands remained gentle, although he’d never felt so much like smashing everything in his life to bits.

      ‘I don’t remember offering you marriage. Think of that kiss when you’re in bed with Glen,’ he said savagely, and turned and walked out, striding without a backward look past the hotel maid who waited there.

      CHAPTER ONE

      Six years later

      CAT stopped at the busy crossing, staring apprehensively at the building on the other side of the road. In the quick intimacy of a crowd, the man beside her followed her gaze.

      ‘Magnificent, isn’t it?’ he observed chattily, his admiring gaze returning to Cat’s small, fine-featured face. ‘It’s already won several New Zealand awards, and a couple of overseas ones. Nick Harding commissioned it.’

      At Cat’s blank look he expanded, ‘An amazing man—he started off in advertising, made a fortune and won awards, then moved on to set up the best and biggest Internet provider in New Zealand. He’s coining money, and according to the financial press he’s in the middle of a deal that’s going to boost him right into the stratosphere. And he’s still in his early thirties!’

      Thirty-two, to be exact. Cat swallowed and nodded. The building on the other side of the street gleamed prosperously, a vast contrast to the drab suite of rooms in a rundown industrial complex on the outskirts of Auckland that had originally housed Nick’s business.

      Somewhere in this palatial new building, perhaps behind one of those windows, he was waiting for her.

      Her heart thudded sickeningly and moisture collected in her palms. Apart from a few newspaper photographs, she hadn’t seen Nick for two years. Would he have changed? Would he think she’d changed?

      ‘Are you a visitor to Auckland?’ the man beside her asked.

      ‘No,’ Cat returned, too tense to be polite.

      Rebuffed, he said, ‘Oh. Well, have a nice day.’ He moved away, losing himself and his dented pride in the growing crowd.

      Carefully Cat wiped her palms on her handkerchief. A quick glance at her watch showed that she still had five minutes.

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