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even bother to knock but just strolled into the house, then stopped short when he caught sight of her. 
     
    If it weren’t for the sparkling green eyes, Jason would have thought this was a new person standing in the entryway.  She was stunningly beautiful and her incredible figure was wrapped up in a filmy, white dress that pushed her breasts up, then tucked in to her tiny waist before flaring out into a romantic looking skirt. 
     
    His eyes traveled upwards again, stopping on her mouth.  Damn that mouth! He thought to himself.  Where the hell did a woman have the right to that kind of a mouth? 
     
    “Nice dress,” he grumbled. 
     
    Emma smiled, enjoying his perusal.  “Thank you.”
     
    “Let’s go,” he said and turned towards the door again. 
     
    “Just a moment,” she said and extended her hand. “Here, I didn’t need this,” she said and dropped the wad of cash he’d given her two days ago. 
     
    Jason looked down at the money and gritted his teeth.  He stared after her as she walked daintily out to his waiting limousine.  How the hell had she bought that dress if it wasn’t with his money?
     
    This was getting out of control, he thought.  Two days ago, he’d had this all planned out.  He’d marry the girl, get her pregnant and get the information he wanted.  No problems, no complications.  Now, it was turning out that each little moment with her was a complication. 
     
    He’s spent the rest of the evening last night wondering what her lips would feel like.  And wondering what it would be like to lose himself in her body, to mould her breasts with his hands, touch the small nipples which had hardened under that thin, horrible robe last night.  Images of his body covering hers had disturbed his dreams last night and he didn’t like it.  He had never let a woman get to him.  Why had she been so persistently in his thoughts since the first moment he’d met her ? 
     
    Jason almost cursed under his breath as his body reacted to her lovely figure with those long, incredible legs visible only from her claves down.  She was almost painfully slender, but lush in all the right places, he thought.  As his eyes traveled upwards, he was shocked by his body’s reaction to those damn rosebud lips of hers!  Flashes of his dream came back to him about those lips and he wanted to just turn around and walk ou t of her house, leaving this witch behind.
     
    Why did he care that she’d slept with so many other men?  He’d never cared about the previous liaisons of his lovers, except to ensure that they were healthy.  They could have slept with half the men in the city if he were attracted to them and he wouldn’t have even blinked an eye.
     
    This woman was different.  Maybe it was because he’d been so far off at their initial meeting.  He’d placed her in a different category of women.  She’d been in the protect and fall in love category, plainly a hands off area.  Even looking at her now, with the soft pink blush stealing over her features, adding color to that stunningly gorgeous face, she looked like the kind of woman a man would marry.  Not him, of course.  He wasn’t ready to marry anyone, not in the market. 
     
    Until that bastard had floated his damn taunt.
     
    Jason swore that if Edward’s information about his father was inaccurate…he wasn’t sure what he would do with his lovely, conspiring daughter. 
     
    “Did you sign the document?” he demanded gruffly. 
     
    Emma blinked, startled and uneasy.  “Well, um….no.”
     
    “Why the hell not?”
     
    Emma moved quickly but carefully to the small receiving room on the opposite side of the hallway from her father’s office.  She sifted through several documents that were splayed out over the ornate coffee table and found the prenuptial agreement his lawyer had sent over.  “I’m sorry I didn’t go through it.  After I left your office, I was pretty upset.  And then, after I’d decided to