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ever knowing the identity of your father.  You have less than one week to marry the stupid tramp before my lawyer destroys the information about your father .  But you won’t get the information until you produce a grandson.
     
                  Choose well you son of a bitch.  And welcome to hell!
     
    With decisive movements, he called security and five minutes later, Emma was coming back to his office, her head bowed and he could see the tears and anger in her eyes.  Jason didn’t mind the anger.  In fact, he was startled at how bright her green eyes appeared when she was angry.  But as soon as he looked at her, she lowered her eyes and Jason simply nodded to the security guard who quickly left, closing the door behind her.
     
    Jason stood there, considering all the possible ramifications of what he was about to say.  Edward really was a bastard but Jason looked on his daughter with new eyes.  He would have bet every one of his billions that Emma Mason was innocent of men.  But apparently he wasn’t the first fool to fall into that trap. 
     
    Jason watched her face and his own twisted with cynical irony.  “Well, it looks like we need to plan a wedding, don’t we?” he snapped. 
     
    Emma’s head snapped up and she looked into his dark, intimidating face.  “I’m sorry, what do you mean?”
     
    “Come sit down, ple ase.”
     
    Emma obeyed but held herself stiffly, sitting on the edge of the sofa she’d recently vacated.  This was not the same man she had just left, she thought to herself.  What had her father said in the letter that had so enraged him?  And what information could her father hold over Jason Montenegro?  He seemed so confident, so overwhelmingly powerful. 
     
    “If I remember correctly, your father died four days ago.  Is that correct?” he asked, tamping down on his temper that was flaring out of control.  He wasn’t sure if he was angrier that Edward Mason held something over him or because his instincts on his daughter were so wrong.  Either way, he would get what he wanted.  And looking at her full, sensuous lips, he knew that he wanted this woman.  He had no idea why she was dressed so ridiculously but he wanted the façade over with. 
     
    Emma twisted her hands in her lap and counted the days.  Had it only been four days?  It seemed like months.  “Yes.  That’s correct.”
     
    “Then we have three days left,” he said crisply and walked over to his desk.  “How is the sixteenth for you?” he asked, not bothering to look up at her.  “That is in two days but I have to fly to German y on the seventeenth.”
     
    “I’m sorry, is the sixteenth good for what?” Emma asked.
     
    “Getting married, of course.  Keep up, Emma.”
     
    Emma looked at the man who had gone from being the ultimate gentleman to a sur ly beast, all within ten minutes.  “I’m trying to keep up, Mr. Montenegro but you’re not making any sense.” 
     
    Emma could not believe her ears.  Was this the woman who had huddled in closets when her father walked by?  Who had scurried around the servants halls in an effort to be invisible in the hopes of avoiding her father’s wrath?  She was now standing up, strong and firmly against a man who was being rude to her! 
     
    Jason’s eyes flashed up to hers and he bore down on the small, fragile looking beauty.  “Since we’re about to get married and produce a child, Emma,” he said, emphasizing the use of her first name, “perhaps it would be more appropriate for you to call me Jason.”
     
    She stared at the angry stranger in front of her, stunned and hurt by his turnabout.  Emma was finished with this conversation.  She raised her chin and lifted herself up to her full five feet, five inches and glared right back at him, her green eyes firing the anger , giving as good as she got. “I’m not sure what my father said in that horrid letter but I’m not going to stand here and take this.  I took