me, and no woman does that!'
Suddenly she was free of him, but they were no longer in the crowded club, Nick having somehow manoeuvred it so that they were outside on the darkened roof garden, strategically placed floodlights on the lush green plants the only illumination out there.
'I want to go back inside—'
'No!' his eyes glittered dangerously. 'You told
me you didn't have a lover—'
'I don't!'
'I don't believe you! Women are liars at birth,' he bit out harshly, his hands firm on her arms as he pulled her closer to him.
'Why would I need to lie?' she demanded disgustedly. 'To do that I would have to be interested in you enough to want to lie, and I'm not.'
'Aren't you?'
'No,' she gasped her disbelief that he could still doubt it.
'Don't you know that uninterest is the surest way to induce interest?' he derided.
'Not you too!'
His eyes narrowed to steely slits. 'Someone else accused you of the same duplicity?'
'Your mistress!'
His mouth twisted without humour. 'Audra is well aware of the wiles of her own sex.'
Danielle's eyes flashed furiously, her control slipping fast. 'Except that this is no wile, and I have no interest in what either you or Miss McDonald think of me. Now let go of me!' she ordered through gritted teeth.
His head went back arrogantly. 'I'll let you go when I'm good and ready. And I'm not ready.' His head swooped and he took her lips in a savage kiss, ravaging her with little regard for the way she cringed away from him.
'Let go!'
'Like hell!' he bit out fiercely.
As he continued to kiss her, his tongue deeply plundering her mouth, Danielle was left with no will of her own, was drawn into Nick's desires for the second time in her life. And this time she hated every moment of it, felt a cold fury passing through her. She wouldn't be treated like just another woman he felt he could bed, she wouldn't!
She had tried to treat him like any other client, had intended being polite to him if nothing else, but he had made that impossible from the first, was intent now on punishing her for the fact that she didn't want him as he wanted her. But she had been punished enough in the past by this man, wasn't prepared to accept his cold-blooded arrogance for a second time.
As she wrenched away from him and saw the cold cruelty in his face, his satisfaction at forcing her to his will, she knew she had one weapon against him. After seven long years it was time to give him back his two hundred pounds—and the humiliation that had gone with earning it!
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CHAPTER THREE
'Where did you two disappear to?' Lewis frowned in the darkness. 'Miss McDonald was furious!'
Danielle turned to look at him, Lewis driving her home from the club, the two of them leaving soon after she and Nick had returned to the table. 'I felt like some fresh air,' she invented. 'Miss McDonald was right, it was hot once you started dancing.'
He pulled a face. 'What you and Andracas were
doing didn't look much like dancing to me!'
'Can you wonder I was hot?' she teased.
'Danielle—'
'Please, Lewis,' she sighed. 'I can do without you too.'
'What do you mean?* he raised dark blond brows.
'It's enough that Nick Andracas feels jealous of you, you don't have to feel the same way about him!'
Lewis frowned. 'Are you saying Andracas is attracted to you?' he sounded worried.
She repressed a shiver, still remembering the fury she had felt at being kissed against her will. 'Yes,' she answered flatly, her lack of enthusiasm obvious.
'But what about Miss McDonald?' 'She's his mistress.'
'But—I think this is all a little sophisticated for me,' Lewis looked uncomfortable.
'You're wrong, Lewis,' she told him sharply. 'It isn't sophisticated at all, it's very basic'
He tried to look a little more blasé about the situation. 'Has he told you he's attracted to you?'
' Incessantly!'
'Then why did he look so angry when you both returned from the garden?'
Nick hadn't just been angry, he had been