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Chapters (84)
  1. Chapter one
  2. Chapter two
  3. Chapter three
  4. Chapter four
  5. Chapter five
  6. Chapter six
  7. Chapter seven
  8. Chapter eight
  9. Chapter nine
  10. Chapter ten
  11. Chapter eleven
  12. Chapter twelve
  13. Chapter thirteen
  14. Chapter fourteen
  15. Chapter fifteen
  16. Chapter sixteen
  17. Chapter seventeen
  18. Chapter eighteen
  19. Chapter nineteen
  20. Chapter twenty
  21. Chapter twenty-one
  22. Chapter twenty-two
  23. Chapter twenty-three
  24. Chapter twenty-four
  25. Chapter twenty-five
  26. Chapter twenty-six
  27. Chapter twenty-seven
  28. Chapter twenty-eight
  29. Chapter twenty-nine
  30. Chapter thirty
  31. Chapter thirty-one
  32. Chapter thirty-two
  33. Chapter thirty-three
  34. Chapter thirty-four
  35. Chapter thirty-five
  36. Chapter thirty-six
  37. Chapter thirty-seven
  38. Chapter thirty-eight
  39. Chapter thirty-nine
  40. Chapter forty
  41. Chapter forty-one
  42. Chapter forty-two
  43. Chapter forty-three
  44. Chapter forty-four
  45. Chapter forty-five
  46. Chapter forty-six
  47. Chapter forty-seven
  48. Chapter forty-eight
  49. Chapter forty-nine
  50. Chapter fifty
  51. Chapter fifty-one
  52. Chapter fifty-two
  53. Chapter fifty-three
  54. Chapter fifty-four
  55. Chapter fifty-five
  56. Chapter fifty-six
  57. Chapter fifty-seven
  58. Chapter fifty-eight
  59. Chapter fifty-nine
  60. Chapter sixty
  61. Chapter sixty-one
  62. Chapter sixty-two
  63. Chapter sixty-three
  64. Chapter sixty-four
  65. Chapter sixty-five
  66. Chapter sixty-six
  67. Chapter sixty-seven
  68. Chapter sixty-eight
  69. Chapter sixty-nine
  70. Chapter seventy
  71. Chapter seventy-one
  72. Chapter seventy-two
  73. Chapter seventy-three
  74. Chapter seventy-four
  75. Chapter seventy-five
  76. Chapter seventy-six
  77. Chapter seventy-seven
  78. Chapter seventy-eight
  79. Chapter seventy-nine
  80. Chapter eighty
  81. Chapter eighty-one
  82. Chapter eighty-two
  83. Chapter eighty-three
  84. Chapter eighty-four

‘Me too.’ In fact, he was so thrilled he still couldn’t believe it. Out of all the guys in the office—and there were quite a few of them who would be eager to take his place—Neve Chandler had chosen him. And she was fabulous—not tiny and waiflike as Lyssa was, but statuesque, tall and imposing. Her limbs were long and lean and she rather liked showing them off. Even at the office her skirts barely graced her thighs. She had feline features, not the least of which were green, slanting eyes. Her hair was black like a raven’s feathers and, not that he knew much about hairstyles, it was cut in one of those razored affairs favoured by trendy Radio One DJs. The sort of hairdo that made lesser mortals look as if they’d just fallen out of bed. On Neve it was perfect. And she was ferociously rich and well connected, which—if Jake were being honest—he found very attractive too. He wondered if Daddy had any idea that his only daughter also preferred raunchy and rather risky sex.

‘The food will be getting cold,’ Neve said as she spooned some fried rice out of the metal containers.

Jake’s mobile phone rang and he pulled it from his pocket. ‘Damn.’ He glanced at the display in dismay. ‘It’s Lyssa.’

‘Ignore it,’ Neve instructed.

‘Yeah,’ he said, though it was harder to do than he’d imagined. Perhaps it was guilt brought on by the opulence of his surroundings and the fact he was sitting here with a beautiful woman who Lyssa knew nothing about, toasting his rather hasty departure with a decent-vintage champagne. His phone continued to ring before the voicemail kicked in.

Neve clinked her glass against his once more. Her eyes fixed on his. ‘You’re here with me now, darling,’ she said.

He smiled, but he could feel an uneasy tightness at the corners of his mouth. Being here was going to take rather more adjusting to than he’d previously envisaged.

Chapter seven

Chapter seven

What a fucking stupid idea that was. Truly fucking stupid. I look at the sodden kitchen floor. It’s definitely an insurance job. There’s water dripping from the light fitting and I daren’t turn on the electricity or I might blow up the whole damn place. I hold my hands to my eyes and try to block out the damage. Jeepers—what was I thinking of? Jake—that’s what. In the cold light of day it seems like an extraordinarily daft thing to do.