purse. I tried
looking for more information on you in Erik’s file. He has nothing on you.
“That wouldn’t surprise me. My dad
doesn’t like me all that much.” She snorted at the thought of her father even
giving a damn.
“And yet, you’re prepared to do
everything to keep him out of prison.”
Tears filled her eyes. Over the
years she’d learnt to deal with the disappointment from her father. No person
can be perfect. Erik had proven more than once that she couldn’t trust him.
Just once she wished there would be another human being out there who’d look
beyond her visual flaws and see the woman underneath. Tess knew it was lame,
but all she wanted was to be loved. For one person to turn ‘round and care
about her. She bit her lip trying to stop the emotion from clawing at her.
“He’s still my father.” She
whispered the words even as they burnt inside her throat. How many more excuses
was she going to make for a man who’d made it blatantly clear he didn’t care
about her?
“I looked in your bag to see where
you lived. I wanted your address so I could return it to you.”
“You had no right to look—” She stopped,
knowing he had every right. He was helping her in every way imaginable. Looking
in her bag was his right. She’d be married to him in two weeks. Soon he’d have
more rights than looking in her bag and knowing where she lived.
Chapter Four
Duncan
watched his future bride, taking in
every detail, every movement, and found everything about her fascinating. Her
whole gorgeous body was tense. He knew she was burning inside from suppressing
her anger. Never in his life had he looked in a woman’s purse. The temptation
provided to him when he spotted the small purse was too hard to resist. The
only way he could deal with his invasion of her privacy was to convince himself that he needed to know more about his beautiful
future wife. He knew very little about Tess Williams. Her age was a slight
concern. He’d dated plenty of young models, just not as young as she.
The attraction he felt towards her
had little to do with her age and more to do with her as a person. There was
repressed fire inside her.
Duncan
couldn’t wait to unleash it.
He felt guilty for going inside her
purse. There was nothing personal or degrading inside her purse. In fact, her
purse was very practical. She had an outdated cell phone, a can of pepper
spray, along with her passport and money. There was nothing personal to let him
know who Tess Williams the woman was. Nothing personal at
all. Nothing to give him the tiniest clue as to who
this woman was.
The woman who had
entered his office and his thoughts.
Since she left his office a couple
of hours ago he’d not been able to get her out of his mind. From her looks to
the beautiful way she blushed as he thought about everything about her,
Duncan
tried to savour
every little detail for him to think about over and over again. He put his
little obsession down to Tess simply being a desirable woman whom he’d not
taken to his bed yet.
“I only checked to see where you
lived. There was no other choice, since we had no information on your father’s
record, and so the only way of finding out was to check.” He was explaining
himself. He never explained himself.
He smiled at her.
“D-do you want a cup of coffee?” She
stammered over her words. Her face flushed.
Duncan
found her adorable.
“Coffee would be lovely.” He watched
her leave the room. He went and sat on her sofa while he waited.
Duncan
glanced around him
at the small room. She owned so many books. He couldn’t believe how many she’d
managed to cram in such a small area.
She read a lot of books, unless they
were just for show. Staring at the well-worn binders he was thinking she’d read
them all. For a beautiful woman he found it hard to believe she spent a great
deal of time trapped inside a book.
There were a few personal pictures,
but they were photographs of the countryside