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gently, caressingly, over her palms, as he stood and drew her to her feet. She realized that at no time had he hurt her; he’d held her against her will, but he hadn’t hurt her. His touch was gentle, but she knew without even trying that she wouldn’t be able to pull away from him until he voluntarily let her go.
    Her only defense was still the light mockery she’d used against him from the beginning. She gave him a bright, careless smile. “Of course I did. As you so charmingly pointed out, I’m not exactly being trampled by all my friends rushing to my rescue, am I?”
    His upper lip curled with contempt for those “friends.” He’d never had any patience with the bored and idle rich. “You could’ve come to me.”
    Again she gave him that smile, knowing he hated it. “But it would take so long to work off a hundred-thousand-dollar debt in that fashion, wouldn’t it? You know how I hate being bored. A really good prostitute makes—what?—a hundred dollars a throw? Even if you were up to it three times a day, it would still take about a year—”
    Swift, dark fury burned in his eyes, and he finally released her hands, but only to move his grip to her shoulders. He held her still while he raked his gaze down her body again. “Three times a day?” he asked with that deceptive softness, looking at her breasts and hips. “Yeah, I’m up to it. But you forgot about interest, honey. I charge a lot of interest.”
    She quivered in his hands, wanting to close her eyes against that look. She’d taunted him rashly, and he’d turned her words back on her. Yes, he was capable of it. His sexual drive was so fierce that he practically burned with it, attracting women like helpless moths. Desperately she dredged up the control to keep smiling, and managed a little shrug despite his hands on her shoulders. “Thanks anyway, but I prefer shoveling manure.”
    If he’d lost control of his temper then she would have breathed easier, knowing that she still had the upper hand, by however slim a margin. If she could push him away with insults, she’d be safe. But though his hands tightened a little on her shoulders, he kept a tight rein on his temper.
    â€œDon’t push too hard, honey,” he advised quietly. “It wouldn’t take much for me to show you right now what you really like. You’d be better off telling me just how in hell you think you’re going to keep this ranch alive by yourself.”
    For a moment her eyes were clear and bottomless, filled with a desperation he wasn’t quite certain he’d seen. Her skin was tight over her chiseled cheekbones; then the familiar cool mockery and defiance were back, her eyes mossy and opaque, her lips curling a little in the way that made him want to shake her. “The ranch is my problem,” she said, dismissing the offer of aid implicit in his words. She knew the price he’d demand for his help. “The only way it concerns you is in how you want the debt repaid.”
    Finally he released her shoulders and propped himself against the desk again, stretching his long legs and crossing his booted feet at the ankle. “A hundred thousand is a lot of money. It wasn’t easy to come up with that much cash.”
    She didn’t need to be told that. John might be a millionaire in assets, but a rancher’s money is tied up in land and stock, with the profits constantly being plowed back into the ranch. Cash simply wasn’t available for wasting on frivolities. Her jaw tightened. “When do you want your money?” she demanded. “Now or later?”
    His dark brows lifted. “Considering the circumstances, you should be trying to sweeten me up instead of snapping at me. Why haven’t you just put the ranch and cattle up for sale? You can’t run the place anyway, and at least then you’d have money to live on until you