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‘I’m a businessman—not a fourteen-year-old girl. We are getting married though. Won’t that do?’

She jerked her hands away, the pulse at the base of her neck beating wildly. She could feel his hostility, see it in the set of his shoulders, but she didn’t care. Nothing mattered except wiping that sneer off his irritatingly handsome face.

‘It might have done if I wanted to have sex with you. But I don’t.’

He shook his head, his lip curling into a sneer. ‘So you’re still a liar. Only now you’re a tease, as well!’

Her fingernails cut into the palms of her hands. ‘And you’re back to calling me names.’

His eyes narrowed. ‘I’ll stop calling you names when you stop deserving them. I think that’s fair, don’t you?’

She felt anger—dark and fast—swirl and rush over her like floodwater. It was true, she had wanted him in the heat of the moment—she still did, judging by the pulsing ache in her pelvis. But his conceited assumption that she would fall at his feet, or rather into his bed, rankled with her.

‘I don’t care what you think.’ She glowered at him. ‘It was only a kiss. And just because I kiss a man it doesn’t mean I automatically want to have sex with him.’ Her hands curled into small, tight fists. ‘Especially when the only reason I’m kissing him is for my job.’

He didn’t reply at once—just stared at her in silence, his face cold and set like a bronze mask.

‘Your job!’ His derisive smile stung her ski

n. ‘So that was a spot of overtime, was it?’

‘No. That was a mistake!’

Her whole body trembled with fury. For a moment she couldn’t speak. She was too busy hating him and his snide remarks.

‘I thought you understood it was fake—just like we’re faking the rest of this relationship.’ She glared at him. ‘But, of course, I completely forgot about your overinflated ego.’

Throwing her hands up in exasperation, she turned and walked swiftly towards the kitchen.

Rollo stared after her in silence, anger rolling beneath his skin like molten lava.

She was lying to his face. He didn’t care how much she claimed otherwise. He’d felt her respond. He knew that kiss had been real.

More than real.

It had been hot and raw and urgent.

Only now she was trying to twist the facts—pretending he’d misinterpreted her behaviour and that he was the unreasonable one.

His mouth thinned. Daisy was more like his mother than he could ever have imagined. Honesty hadn’t come naturally to Alice Fleming either. Instead she too had leapfrogged from story to story, lashing out with accusations when cornered.

Heart pounding, he stalked angrily across the living room into the kitchen.

Glancing over to where she stood, he felt his chest grow hot and tight. Above the disdainful curve of that temptingly soft pink mouth, her dark brown eyes shimmered beneath the lights. Another man might have lost his way in the perfection of that face. But, growing up with his restless, manipulative mother, he’d learnt early that beauty was only skin-deep.

‘You need to worry less about the size of my ego and more about the gaps in your memory,’ he snarled.

Daisy turned to face him. ‘What are you talking about?’

‘We had an agreement—have an agreement—about honesty.’

Honesty! Looking into his eyes, she saw the simmering fury, the thwarted authority, and felt her body start to shake. This wasn’t about honesty. It was about pride. His stupid male pride.

Squaring her shoulders, she leaned against the worktop and scowled. ‘You’re the one with a faulty memory, Rollo. I told you our relationship wouldn’t include sex.’

His eyes blazed. ‘And yet you asked me to kiss you.’ His voice rose. ‘You asked me to kiss you!’

He swore beneath his breath, his eyes fierce with passion.

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