The Millionaire's Redemption. Therese Beharrie

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СКАЧАТЬ EYES FLICKERED down to her lips, and Lily realised how her request sounded. Under any other circumstance she would have been mortified at the implication of her words. Now, though, she wanted Jacques to take advantage of the ambiguity. She wanted to be taken advantage of...

      ‘I wouldn’t be pretending to be your boyfriend if you were any other woman.’

      His voice broke into her thoughts and she blushed at the direction of them, wondering where they’d come from.

      ‘Why are you doing this for me, then?’

      The heat she’d thought she’d seen earlier in his eyes cooled into an enigmatic expression.

      ‘Besides the fact that you basically forced me to on the stairs?’

      She nodded, feeling her blush deepen.

      ‘At first because I couldn’t imagine anything better than making Kyle Van der Ross uncomfortable. Now it’s because I want to make him jealous.’

      He looked at her, and she realised they were having this conversation in an awfully intimate position. She took a slight step back, to give herself some air—and to prevent herself from being distracted by his scent—but stopped when he placed a hand gently on the small of her back.

      It sent her next question stammering from her mouth. ‘Wh...wh...why?’

      He smiled at her—a soft smile that was in stark contrast to his intimidating masculine presence—and she wondered what she was missing. A man like Jacques wouldn’t be interested in her. And even if he was the last thing she wanted was to get involved with someone who could shatter the self-esteem she had fought so hard for.

      The self-esteem she was still fighting for.

      ‘He cheated on you, Lily. And only the most despicable of men hurt the women they claim to love in that way.’ His face no longer held an easy expression. ‘Besides, I like helping you. And before you ask me why, it’s because I like you.’

      ‘You barely know me,’ she retorted. It was easier than acknowledging the truth of his words.

      ‘I know that you had the guts to leave someone who cheated on you. I know that you’re loyal enough to come to your best friend’s engagement party even though you knew your ex would be here. You’re innovative—I don’t think I know many other people who would come up with the idea of a stranger pretending to be their boyfriend—and you’re thoughtful enough to let your friends know about the charade so that they don’t get upset. What more is there?’

      He grinned, but she couldn’t bring herself to respond. Hearing him describe her like that sent a gush of warmth through her body. But it didn’t seem right. Not when she was used to harsh words. Not when she was used to people telling her how she should look. How she should be. And from her parents—from Kyle, too, she’d realised too late—how much better she could be.

      ‘Fine—you know things about me,’ she said, when the silence had extended a tad too long. ‘How about you share something about yourself, then?’

      ‘Sure,’ he replied easily, and touched her waist to shift her to the left. ‘It’s easier for Kyle to see you like this.’

      Her skin felt seared at his touch, and her thoughts went haywire for a second. And in that second she saw herself pressed against Jacques, kissing him until she no longer knew who she was.

      She shook her head, thinking that she didn’t know who she was now. This woman having inappropriate thoughts about a man she barely knew was definitely not her. She’d never gone that far—even in her most lonesome of days.

      When she’d been overweight it had been easier to avoid attention. And even when she’d lost some of her weight she had still been too afraid to put herself in a situation where men might hit on her.

      It had been on the one night Caitlyn had convinced her to go out—in their final year at university—that she’d met Kyle. He’d been the first person to treat her like a woman, and not like ‘the girl who lost weight’. His attention had been flattering, overwhelming. She’d fallen hard, and had been swept into his world like a commoner into a castle.

      His offhand comments about her looks—he hadn’t seemed to have a problem with her weight, but her hair, her face, her clothing were still fair game—hadn’t mattered when he could make her feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet with one look. His suggestions as to how she should act, what she should say, how she might do better had been irrelevant when he was treating her to fancy dinners, to expensive gifts.

      ‘What do you want to know?’

      Jacques was watching her, and her face heated even at the thought of him knowing what she was thinking.

      ‘How’d you get the scar?’

      He frowned, as though he wasn’t sure what she was talking about. And then his hand lifted and he rubbed his thumb over the scar. Lily was hit with the desire to do the same, and she clenched her hand, determined not to be caught in this attraction between them.

      ‘I was in a fight.’

      ‘Kyle?’

      He smiled, though his eyes were hooded.

      ‘He didn’t land a punch that night. No, there have been other fights.’

      His eyes glinted dangerously, and her knees nearly went weak.

      What is wrong with you, Lily?

      ‘Next question. What do you do?’

      ‘I own a sporting goods company.’

      ‘What does that entail?’

      ‘Well, there’s a shop where the public can buy sporting equipment, but mostly we do bulk and international orders.’ He slanted a look at her. ‘You’ve never heard of Brookes Sporting?’

      ‘Hard to believe, isn’t it?’

      He smirked. ‘Just a little.’

      ‘And that’s what you chose to do after your rugby career ended?’

      There was a beat of silence before Jacques asked, ‘How did you know I played rugby?’

      She only then realised she wasn’t supposed to know that.

      ‘You expected me to know your company, but not that you played a popular South African sport? Besides, I’m sure Nathan mentioned it a while ago...’ She trailed off when she saw he wasn’t buying it.

      ‘Really? The brother who didn’t think I was going to come to his engagement party told you I used to play rugby?’

      ‘Would you believe me if I told you I used to watch you play?’

      ‘No.’

      She sighed. She was going to have to tell him the truth.

      ‘I overheard your conversation earlier, Jacques. I’m really sorry.’

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