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by Mary Malcolm


  She ceased biting her lip. “Shall I wear chains or will the ring suffice?”

  “The ring will be fine.”

  “Stephen. This can’t work. How do you plan to pull this off? We’ve been married for a month now, you don’t think anyone noticed? It isn’t as if we can pretend I’ve been away on business or anything. Someone will figure this out and expose us.”

  She looked so hopeful. And so beautiful. Her auburn hair framing her face in wispy curls. Small lines creased around her emerald eyes. That white blouse and skirt made things really uncomfortable for him when she’d walked into his office, but definitely reminded him of the chemistry they shared.

  The light on his phone blinked as a message went to voice mail. “None of that is your concern,” he answered, finally.

  She stood.

  “One more thing,” he said. “If you are going to be my wife, you will be my wife in every sense of the word.”

  Her fingers quivered near the clasp of her purse. “What do you mean?” she asked, her eyes darkening.

  He walked toward her. “Every sense, Cassie.”

  She backed away, suspicion ripe in her every step.

  “We will touch.”

  Her eyebrow quirked. “Not likely.”

  He nodded. “Yes. You will make this believable. You will not act like a stranger around me.”

  The uncertainty in her eyes faded slightly. “That’s reasonable.” Her voice deepened into a throaty whisper.

  He took a step toward her. “We will hold hands.”

  “Yes.”

  His lips wet in thought of what was to come next. “You will kiss me, Cassie.”

  The suspicion returned and her back pressed against the door. “I can’t. I—”

  Leaning in, Stephen captured her against his lips. His hand splayed across the back of her neck and the other balanced against the door. She stood stiff against him at first. Then her body relaxed and her hand snaked forward, touching his chest. Lips parted as she allowed him to explore her mouth. Their tongues danced as if no time had passed. His fingers curled into the base of her hair, his other hand captured the curve of her bottom.

  He whispered against her lips. “We will kiss a lot, Cassie.”

  He’d expected her to fight, to tell him no. But instead, the kissing intensified. As if the last month hadn’t passed. Memories of their earlier kisses flooded, melting into this one as if a continuation of a timeline not the start of a new era. The way her lips melded against his. The way her fingers pressed and played with the buttons of his shirt, stroking up and down his tie. The soft, sexy mewing sounds she made as their tongues twisted together.

  Fully aroused, he pressed against her, savoring the feel of her softness, wishing away the barriers of their clothes.

  “One more thing.” He pulled away.

  Her fingers reached up to touch her swollen lips Her eyelids fluttered open and a look of confusion crossed through those liquid green orbs as she waited for him to continue.

  “We will make love.”

  They darkened. She slapped him faster than he could reach her hand. “Bastard,” she hissed.

  He cocked a smile as he leaned over her on the door. Her tiny frame fit nicely beneath his. Always had. “And you will ask me for it.”

  Lips pursed, she turned to open the door, but he held it shut. “Stephen Sands, I will not have sex with you. I will not be your whore, or whatever sick, twisted thing you have in mind. God, what makes you th—”

  He leaned in and his lips fastened against hers again. This time she did push at him. For a moment. But the pushing gave way to her hands raking against his back. He pulled away, satisfied with the look of pure arousal on her face. “You will ask me for it.”

  Frustration replaced the arousal as she turned her face away. Good.

  He’d had enough frustration and anger. Cassie owed him. She’d vowed to be his wife, then ran away.

  He wouldn’t push, though. She would give him what he wanted and more. Their chemistry would insure that. Taking a step back, he finally let her reach for the door. “Cassie. Go to your apartment. Do as I told you. We will talk about the rest of this later.”

  She leaned forward, her lip barely caressing his ear as she spoke, “Stephen, you can play with me. You can try to twist things around and make me do as you wish. I will be your wife in public.” Her voice gained power as she moved back. “But understand this, because I will say it only one time. I will never be yours. You may do to me whatever you wish, but you will never make me yours. I am not something you can acquire. And when I leave this time, you will never see me again.”

  “You will do everything I tell you.” He opened the door for her, leaned down and whispered close to her ear, insuring she alone would hear what he had to say. “And you will be mine.”

  ****

  Cassie beat her steering wheel and let out a frustrated scream as she sat in her car. That bastard! That angry, entitled, arrogant, jerk of a man. How dare he think he can take from her? And telling her they’d make love. Though to be honest, making love had never been their problem. Honesty, integrity, actual emotional discourse—that’s what broke them into a million pieces. To imagine making love with him after everything he put her through made her stomach knot into a molten hot ball. “Argh!” she screamed again as she slammed the key into her ignition.

  He might have her for now. He might be able to use Annie, but he would never truly have her.

  Her cell phone rang. “Hello!” she barked.

  “Will you be there?”

  Liz.

  She never told her sister about how things ended with Stephen, or that he wasn’t who he’d said he was. Only that things ended.

  Liz didn’t know she was married. A sharp pain quickly replaced the anger and frustration. “I will, but I can’t stay. Liz, I have the money.”

  Her sister let out a ragged sigh of relief. “Oh, Cassie Cakes, I knew you could do it. I told you if you marched up there and told him you’d be good for the job he’d take you. I’m so proud. So relieved. No one can deny your talent. Especially after you made that amazing cake for his wedding, and did such a bang up job I might add.”

  Charles, not Stephen. Only, Liz would have no way of knowing, and Cassie was nowhere near the point of being able to tell her the truth, even though lying to her sister wasn’t something she’d ever be proud of. “I did what you said, Lizzie. I told him I should be the exclusive baker for all of Sands Enterprises and after Stephen tasted my samples, he agreed.” A glance in the rearview mirror at her swollen lips and the quick reminder of what he had tasted made Cassie flush with shame.

  “You’ll be here today?”

  The CPS appointment. Child Protection Services. They were coming to evaluate Annie’s home life and decide whether a group home was necessary. “I will, Liz. But I won’t be able to stay. I’ve got something I need to tell you when I see you. But I want to make sure we’ve got everything squared away first. The case worker, she said this will fix it, right?”

  Liz coughed to cover up an obvious tantrum in the background. Glass broke and something crashed against the wall. “That’s what she said.”

  The defeat in her voice reminded Cassie of how little they’d come to believe things would work out. Over the years Annie only gotten worse. Not afforded the therapies recommended by her pediatrician, and not qualifying for financial aid to get her into programs had left Annie with no further aid than what was offered by public school. Which had proven to be no aid at all. And at eleven, she was violent and destructive in ways no one could have anticipated.

  “Liz, I’m on my way. Don’t talk about anything until I get there, okay?”

  “We won’t. Are you okay? You don’t sound great. You should be proud.”

  “You sound like you’ve got your hands full. I’ll let you go.”

  Another crash echoed. “Okay. We’ll talk soon.”

  Cassie clicked the phone shut. She’d have to find a way to protect her
sister from all this. It was too much dealing with Annie already.

  Cassie wiped sudden moisture away from her eyes and glanced into the visor mirror to make sure she didn’t look as awful as she felt. Not great, but at least she could pass.

  She backed out of the parking spot and straight into another car. The impact of the collision jolted her in the seat.

  She hadn’t looked. Hadn’t thought to. At least the airbag didn’t deploy. Unbuckling her seatbelt, she got out of the car to see what kind of damage she’d caused.

  A tall, good-looking man got out of the car she’d hit. “Are you okay?”

  “I-I’m fine,” she said. “Are you?”

  He stepped around the front of his car. “I’m fine. I didn’t see you backing out, I’m sorry. This is completely my fault.”

  She felt flustered. She’d expected anger, not apology. “No, I’m sorry. I was on my way to see my sister and didn’t look.”

  A smile flashed across his face. “Listen. I have great insurance, why don’t we just call it my fault and then you can go.”

  Probably the nicest thing she’d heard all day. “Thank you.”

  “Just give me your name and number and we’ll get this squared away.”

  “Cassie E—” She stopped. “Cassie Sands. I can give you my cell.”

  He wrote down her information and put out his hand. “I’m Jordan Giles. Listen, I know this is forward, but would you like to go out for drinks sometime? Maybe catch dinner?”

  “Extremely forward.”

  He flushed. “No, listen, I’m not usually like that. You’re just, well,” he stammered a little and squared his shoulders. “Truth be told, I never act that forward. Never go to bars or anything. In fact, most of the women I meet are married. I own a flower shop. I’m not usually like this, I swear.”

  Taking pity, she interrupted him. “I’m sorry, Jordan.” He looked so nice. He acted so nice. Nothing like Stephen. “I’m not the exception, I’m married.”

  His eyes searched her left hand for a ring she’d yet to put back on. “I didn’t realize.” He glanced up to the building. Sands Enterprises Acquisitions and Mergers emblazoned boldly across the front. “Your husband is a lucky man,” he said, his voice faltering, a slightly dejected scowl replacing where the smile had just been.

  She flitted a smile, hoping he didn’t feel too bad. One day too late, she thought bitterly. One day and she might have gotten to know this man. Instead she’d have to play wife to a man so intolerable, so cruel that she felt nothing but anger and bitterness in his presence.

  “My husband would be jealous if he saw you here with me,” she finished meekly. “Thank you for the insurance information, I’ve got to get going.” Pangs of regret caressed cruelly through her.

  “I would be just as jealous,” he said, finally. His fingertips touched her shoulder in a comforting gesture. “Have a nice day, Mrs. Sands.”

  At least the day can’t get worse, she thought as she got back into her car.

  Chapter Three

  This day couldn’t get much better, Stephen realized as he finished up the appointment with his three o’clock. Simpkins Limited had agreed to sell…for a generous sum, of course, and now in a few minutes Stephen would meet with Jordan Giles and buy Giles out as well.

  Wonderful, wonderful day. First Cassie, now this.

  “I won’t sell,” Jordan Giles said a few minutes later as he came into the office.

  It’d taken two years to line up this deal. Giles was the last hold-out. Stephen had to treat the man with kid gloves or everything he’d accomplished could go to the wayside. And for what? A guy who owned a flower shop in the middle of an industrial sector? Sure, it’d become industrial long after Giles moved in, but that building was the key to Stephen re-developing the entire area.

  No, not him. He only had to acquire it. But if he wanted to finish the deal, he needed everyone on board.

  And that included the flower shop owner.

  “I’ve thought about your offer,” Giles continued, “but I don’t want to sell. I’m happy in that location. In fact, since the other businesses started moving out, my business has boomed.”

  “How is that?” Stephen asked, wary of the response, as he sat behind his desk. “I imagine you’re getting rather lonely down there in that part of town.”

  Giles took the seat across from his. “Just the opposite. I’ve lost the industrial noise. The pollution. My parking has never been better. I’ve added two more trucks to my deliveries and expanded to online sales. I should thank you.”

  It had been such a nice day. Not initially, but certainly toward the end. “Mr. Giles. I realize you think holding out might get you more money, but it won’t. This is the top offer. The next step will be to take you to court and try to convince a judge you should sell. And I don’t think you can afford that.”

  “Can you?”

  Stephen smiled. “I can tie you up in court dates for so long that your grandchildren will still be paying the attorney fees. Do you really want to go down this road?”

  He stood. “I appreciate your time, Mr. Sands, but I can see we’re not going to find a middle ground here. Why don’t you let me take my chances, and you can take yours. I can see the publicity now. Sands Enterprises acquires Giles Gardens in hostile bid. Nice publicity. Should play well into the wholesome image of the Sands family name, don’t you think?”

  No, Stephen didn’t think. In fact, if he weren’t so invested in this project, he’d tank the whole thing. Sure, it’d gone well at first, but these final hold-outs were cutting into his bottom line. Deeply. And if Jordan Giles did plan to rake the family name through the mud, this project may cost more than his monetary investment. He needed to talk to his brothers before he moved forward.

  “Have a nice day, Mr. Giles. I will be in contact with you.”

  The man smiled. “You have a nice day, too, Mr. Sands. And please, tell your wife it was nice running into her today.”

  In a second, Stephen stood over the man. “What the hell does that mean?” He didn’t tower over him, but the few inches gave him an advantage. Giles had short blondish hair, brown eyes and at least five years on Stephen. A statement like that could be taken very wrongly.

  Jordan Giles did not back down. “She’s a lovely woman, Mr. Sands. I love her in that tight green skirt. You’re a lucky man.” He turned toward the door. “Luck doesn’t hold out forever. You are not getting my business. Please. Tell Cassie I’ll be in touch.”

  With that, he left.

  Blood boiling, Stephen called Gayle into his office. “Find out everything you can on Jordan Giles and find out what contact he’s had with my wife.”

  Gayle’s eyebrow quirked. He’d told her briefly what was happening, but not disclosed everything. “Is everything okay?”

  “Please cancel the rest of my appointments for today. I need to take a meeting with my brothers. No, everything is not okay.”

  She turned to leave.

  “And Gayle? Please be discreet with the information you find.”

  She nodded, seeming to know without question exactly whom she should be discreet around.

  Not that he expected her to go back to his father, but their relationship over the years had always been an enigma and he didn’t want things to go south now. Gayle had never betrayed him, but she’d had a strong connection to his father in the past. Stephen had even suspected an affair between the two at one point. Charles Sands would not be pleased with Stephen’s plan for revenge but Stephen felt he was too close to risk his father killing the plan now.

  He shut the office door behind her and picked up the phone. Quickly, he left messages for all three of his brothers.

  Men like Giles were weak at their core. Sure, he’d proven a stronger adversary than originally imagined, but men like that only seemed strong on the surface. Everyone had a price. He would find out what Jordan Giles wanted and he would find his price.

  First, he had to find out what kind of relationship
the man had with Cassie. Was she playing him? Was this part of her own revenge for what had happened? It didn’t seem likely, but nothing with Cassie happened the way he expected.

  ****

  Cassie packed light: two suitcases, several changes of clothes, some personal items. She wasn’t certain how things would play out at Stephen’s house and didn’t know what or how much to pack. Probably something she should have asked at the office. He’d made it clear he intended her to stay with him, but for how long and to what extent? Overnight? Long enough for word to get out? Surely he didn’t truly expect her to live with him as his wife. No matter what he said in the heat of the moment, the idea itself was absurd.

  Gayle had left the address on her phone sometime while she’d been at Liz’s. Not the address Cassie expected. When she’d been to Stephen’s place in the past, it was the top floor of a shared house near Brooklyn Ave. A real artsy building, they actually had a painting center on the bottom floor. It was walking distance to some of the trendiest restaurants in Fort Worth and it was her time spent with him there that inspired some of the more original creations at her bakery.

  Now, it looked like he lived in a house in the Fairlawn district.

  Cassie knew the area.

  She’d made the cake for a bridezilla in that area earlier in the year. The event was attended by Fort Worth’s royalty, the wealthiest and snootiest of Cow Town. Looking back, she was surprised she hadn’t run into Stephen then.

  Though, he had defended the area when she disparaged it. One of the many mysteries of her life with Stephen was why he would pretend to live in a tiny loft. Not that she was into big and flashy, but she’d have rather known the real him. What, she wondered, was really him?

  The type of life Cassie imagined did not take place in a 10,000 square-foot home. She had no need for landscaped lawns and tennis courts. Nor did she desire the isolation that came from living like that.

  Then again, isolation from Stephen might not be such a bad thing.

 

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