The Billionaire's Virgin Mistress. Sandra Field

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      Cade looked at her in silence. Her cheekbones flared like wings; her lips were a soft and voluptuous curve, infinitely enticing, while her eyes, so exotically shaped, so vivid in hue, drew him like a magnet. She was—he knew this without a shadow of doubt—the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

      He’d seen—and bedded—more than a few beautiful women.

      “So what is your point of view?” he said in a hard voice.

      Fractionally she hesitated. “I disliked my father,” she said evenly. “Disliked and distrusted him. I therefore have no wish to meet his father—a man who, let’s be frank, has ignored my existence for twenty-two years.”

      Cade leaned forward, clipping off his words. “He’s supported you financially for twenty-two years. Or are you forgetting that?”

      She gave an incredulous laugh. “Supported me? Are you kidding?”

      “Every month of your life, money’s been deposited in a Swiss account for your use.”

      She banged her mug on the table; more coffee spilled over the rim. “You’re lying—I’ve never seen a penny of that money.”

      “Or are you lying?” Cade said with dangerous softness. “There’s a lot more money where that came from.”

      She surged to her feet. “Don’t insult me—I wouldn’t touch Lorimer money! It’s the last thing I need.”

      Cade stood up, too, and deliberately let his gaze wander over the plastic furniture and the roughly shingled walls of the little cabin. “Doesn’t look that way to me.”

      “Money,” she spat, “you think it can buy everything? Look around you, Cade Lorimer. I go to sleep at night to the sound of the waves. I watch the tides come and go, the shorebirds feed, the deer wander over the hill. I’m free here, I’m in control of my own life and I’m finally learning to be happy—and no one’s going to take that from me. No one! Including Del Lorimer.”

      Abruptly Tess ran out of words. Dammit, she thought, why did I spout off like that? I never talk about myself to anyone. And then to bare my soul to Cade Lorimer, of all people. A man who screams danger from every pore.

      He was watching her, those storm-gray eyes focused on her, intent as a hunter who sees movement in the underbrush. “One of us is lying,” he said, “and it isn’t me.”

      “Then why are you so anxious to introduce me to my grandfather?” she said sweetly, “if I’m nothing but a money-grubbing liar?”

      “Because he asked me to.”

      “Oh, so you dance to his tune? But of course, I’m forgetting, he’s a very rich man.”

      Cade’s breath hissed between his teeth. Had he ever known a woman to get so easily under his skin? “Del gave me a secure and happy childhood,” he grated, “and taught me a great deal over the years. Now he’s old and he’s sick, and it’s payback time.”

      Tess said, going on intuition, “You didn’t mean to tell me that, did you? Any more that I meant to sound off about freedom and happiness.”

      Infuriated by her accuracy, Cade picked up his mug and drained it. “You make a mean cup of coffee, Tess Ritchie,” he said with a wolfish grin. “In your lunch hour, go on the Internet and look up Lorimer Inc.—check me and Del out, get a few facts. I’m taking you out for dinner after work. I’ll pick you up here, sharp at six-thirty, and we’ll continue this conversation.”

      She raised brows as elegant as wings. “Are you giving me orders?”

      “You catch on fast.”

      “I have my faults, but stupidity isn’t among them.”

      “I didn’t think it was,” he said dryly.

      “Good. Then you’ll understand why I’m not going out for dinner with you. Goodbye, Mr. Lorimer. It’s been…interesting.”

      “So interesting that I’m not about to say goodbye. Come off it, Tess—you’re certainly smart enough to know I won’t vanish just because it suits you. Six-thirty. If nothing else, you’ll get a free meal at the hotel, prepared by one of the finest chefs along the coast.” His smile bared his teeth. “Besides, I’ve been told I’m a passable dinner date. Now hadn’t you better get ready for work instead of standing there staring at me with your mouth open? I wouldn’t want you to be late.”

      “I’m not—”

      He took the two steps off the deck in a single stride, loped around the corner of the cabin, got in his car and roared up the slope.

      He’d gotten away from her without touching her again. For which he deserved a medal. And he knew exactly what he was going to do next. A self-imposed task, the potential results rather more important than he liked.

      CHAPTER TWO

      CAREFULLY Cade steered the Maserati between the potholes in Tess’s driveway. He was twenty-five minutes early. Only, he assured himself, because he’d completed his task, and the paperback novel he’d brought with him had failed to hold his attention.

      Nothing to do with Tess, and the itch under his skin to see her again.

      He climbed out of his car and knocked on her door. No answer. He knocked again, feeling his nerves tighten. Had he been a fool to take her for granted, and assume she’d be meekly waiting for him? She was no pushover. If she didn’t want to see him again, she’d take measures to put that into effect.

      He tried the door, which, to his surprise, opened smoothly. Stepping inside, he closed it behind him. Ella Fitzgerald was crooning on the stereo; the shower was running full-blast.

      Tess was home. She hadn’t run away.

      It shouldn’t matter to him as much as it did.

      Cade looked around, taking his time. Clothes were flung over the chair: a black dress, hose and sleek black underwear that raised his blood pressure a full notch. Dragging his eyes away, he took in the cheerful hooked rugs dotting the worn pineboard floor, and an array of cushions that brightened the sagging chesterfield. Books overflowed the homemade shelves. The room was spotlessly clean.

      Absolutely no evidence that she’d ever had any access to Del’s allowance, or to any other substantial source of money, Cade thought. Basically it was the room of someone who lived off a minimal paycheck.

      Someone who’d be far from immune to the Lorimers’ wealth.

      The CD came to an end. He flipped through a stack of discs, discovering old favorites of his own, intrigued by how eclectic a collection it was. He selected a CD and snapped open the cover.

      The shower shut off. As he leaned down to push the play button, a door opened behind him and he heard the soft pad of bare feet on the wooden floor. He turned around.

      Tess shrieked with alarm, clutching the towel to her breasts. Her hair was wrapped in another towel, turban-fashion, emphasizing her slender СКАЧАТЬ