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mutinously at her chest.
    â€œDidn’t fool you, eh? What a pity.” His keen eyes scoured her face. “And the answer’s no. Not on your goddamn life, Miss K. C. Mallory.”
    Kacey’s lips tightened as she fought to salvage her rapidly splintering control. Suddenly she went very still, a plan creeping into her head. An outrageous plan. Something entirely out of character.
    And then Kacey found herself smiling, a tiny smile that began at the corners of her generous mouth and worked up to glint from her jade eyes. Yes, it would be the perfect thing. And she would get her look at the Whistler, too.
    Slowly, she sat back in the straw, studying him through lowered lashes. Careful now, Katherine Chelsea, she told herself. This man’s no fool.
    Her tongue gently swept her upper lip.
    Lord Draycott’s silver-gray eyes narrowed, fixed on the sight. “What the devil—”
    He never had time to finish. His breath caught in a rush as the woman in the straw smiled up at him with wanton promise.
    Her upper lip was too full. Her forehead was too wide, her neck too long. She had straw scattered all over her hair, for God’s sake, Draycott told himself sternly.
    And in spite of that she was blindingly beautiful. So beautiful it made him ache.
    The sight of her smile was like a fifty-thousand-volt electric current plugged directly into his heart.
    Or into his groin, to be more precise.
    Her slim fingers moved to the top of her shirt and slipped the first button free.
    Slowly. Teasingly. With total awareness of the infinite torture it was causing him.
    Draycott growled a curse.
    His jade-eyed temptress merely smiled and moved on to the next button.
    Suddenly Draycott was on fire, in a way he hadn’t been for months. With a pain that had nothing to do with burns or reconstructive surgery.
    It was a fire of wanting, of needing. A fire for total possession.
    Just as he had possessed this woman long before.
    Nicholas frowned, wondering where that crazy thought had come from. Perhaps he was farther gone than he’d realized, cooped up here in the country. Yes, maybe this idea of paid companionship was something he should have considered sooner.
    Then his lips twisted in distaste. It was always for payment anyway. There was invariably a price—it was simply paid in different ways.
    And then his mind went blank, for the woman’s hand was at mid-chest and a pink expanse of skin mocked him along the faint shadow between her breasts.
    Two buttons more, Draycott found himself thinking. His breath was coming strangely heavy now, and the pain at his groin didn’t even bear thinking about.
    The woman smiled slowly, her head tilting back. Showing him she knew damn well what she was doing. And was enjoying the effect thoroughly.
    â€œHow do you like my performance so far?” Kacey murmured huskily, her voice as rich and textured as the erotic current flowing between them.
    To Draycott’s infinite disgust, he had to clear his throat beforehe could answer. “Just—fine. But I think I’ll suspend judgment…until I’ve seen everything you’re offering.”
    Strange, he thought absently—her hand seemed to quiver for a moment at his words. But then the next button slipped free, and he forgot everything but how the full upper swell of her breasts beckoned, gently shadowed in the growing twilight of the stable.
    Dear God, don’t stop now, Draycott found himself praying, only to tamp down the thought a moment later. It was never meant to go this far, after all. Just far enough to scare her off.
    And to see that she scared off anyone else with similar plans.
    Only now, with her before him like this, half-clothed, her smile warm and inviting, Nicholas was finding it hard to breathe, much less to think clearly.
    â€œOh, you’ll like it,” the woman whispered, rising slowly to her feet. Deeply V-ed, the white fabric strained against her breasts, lovingly