Bought for Revenge, Bedded for Pleasure. Emma Darcy

that,” she snarled, snatching the folder from him and hurling a command at her daughters. “Girls, we’re going!”

      The two sisters instantly leapt to their feet, ready to obey.

      “Sally!”

      Her name whipped off Jack’s tongue, cracking its own command for her attention.

      Her head jerked towards him as he stood to make his formidable presence felt. Her eyes held a kind of hopeless appeal, as though she wanted to give him the time he wanted but loyalty to her own family forbade it.

      “I’d like to have a private word with you,” he pressed.

      “About what?” she asked quickly, almost breathlessly.

      “You are not to speak to that man!” her mother sliced in, moving forward and grabbing Sally’s arm to pull her away from any connection with him.

      “The horses,” Jack threw out.

      It was enough to stop her from following her mother’s lead. She resisted the tug of the maternal arm, glancing back at him in anxious inquiry.

      “I wanted to discuss the future of the horses with you,” Jack pushed, his eyes challenging her to make her own stand. “I know how committed you are to a career in showjumping.”

      He wasn’t sure of that but it seemed likely bait for her to stay.

      “Ignore him!” her mother insisted. “You can’t trust a word he says. Come on.”

      “No.” Boldly decisive. “I want to hear. I want to know.”

      “You’re doing what he wants, you stupid girl.”

      “I’m not going to lose my horses if I don’t have to.”

      Music to Jack’s ears.

      “You and Jane go on,” Sally urged. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

      “I wash my hands of you,” her mother said furiously, releasing her arm and grabbing her sister’s. “Come, Jane!”

      They made a swift exit from the meeting room.

      And Jack had what he’d aimed for…time alone with Sally Maguire…time to probe the inner workings of her mind and twist them to his advantage.

      Just how far would she go in order to keep her horses and the lifestyle she had always enjoyed?

      CHAPTER THREE

      SALLY’S stomach was in knots. Her mother would tear her to shreds when she got home. But it wasn’t their home anymore. It belonged to Jack Maguire. Everything did. And if she could save something from this total annihilation of all she’d known, why not give it a chance?

      So what if he was intent on dishing out some humiliation! He’d taken it for years, being treated as an outcast from the family. She could take it, too. At least, she would find out what was on his mind, satisfy some of the interest he’d evoked in her.

      “Would you like me to be present for this discussion?” the solicitor asked, jolting Sally into wheeling around to face Jack, her gaze whizzing to him for an answer.

      “No, thank you, Victor. If I need to formalise an arrangement with Sally, I’ll come back to you,” he said smoothly, his handsome face showing nothing of his private thoughts. He smiled at her, charmingly persuasive, causing the knots in her stomach to develop flutters. “I thought we could ride up to the Skyroom Restaurant at the top of this building and chat informally over lunch. Is that agreeable to you?”

      “Yes,” she said. It seemed a very civilised arrangement to her. She didn’t want this man to be an enemy, and hopefully, by spinning out lunch as long as possible, she could surely get a lot of information about him. Maybe even change his mind about the eviction order, or get it extended. Certainly being antagonistic was not going to win anything back from him. Perhaps nothing would, but at least this was a chance to try.

      “Good!” A satisfied nod before addressing the solicitor again. “Thank you for your services this morning, Victor. Masterly, as always.”

      The solicitor harrumphed and waved them to the opened door where he still stood after seeing her mother and Jane out of the meeting room. Sally thanked him, too, as she passed him by, aware that his courtesy and diplomacy had not received any appreciation from her family. Shock didn’t really excuse people behaving badly, she thought, wishing her mother had maintained some dignity instead of flying off the handle so aggressively. It didn’t help the situation. It only reinforced Jack Maguire’s inclination to be merciless.

      He fell into step beside her in the corridor leading to the elevators, instantly making his presence felt. He didn’t touch her, but the power of the man swept every other thought out of her mind, filling it with a whirl of speculation about what he might want with her. He couldn’t really care about the horses. Nor could he really care about her. Yet…her whole body literally tingled with nervous anticipation.

      They stepped into the elevator together. He pressed the button for the restaurant, then slanted a teasing little smile at her as the doors closed. “You don’t always obey your mother’s commands?”

      “I’m not a little girl anymore,” she said, her chin instinctively lifting in a tilt of self-determination.

      “No, you’re not,” he agreed, a devilish appreciation of the fact twinkling from his vivid blue eyes.

      Sally’s breath caught in her throat. Was this luncheon invitation more about them—an exploration of an attraction that had nothing to do with the horses? He’d called her beautiful yesterday. But he couldn’t have really meant it.

      Her mother’s warning rang in her ears… You can’t trust a word he says!

      Nevertheless, Sally’s eyes were telling her he looked absolutely fabulous in his navy pinstripe suit, and every female hormone she had was buzzing with excitement at the possibility of a sexual connection with this man. However mad and bad of her it was to be even considering such a thing with Jack Maguire, she couldn’t help what he made her feel, though a strong streak of self-respect demanded some caution about showing the impact he had on her.