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him to bring her back here, spread her out like a Thanksgiving feast and eat her alive. Instead, he d made
it her choice.
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The unexpected chivalry of the gesture had her completely off balance, which, come to think of it, was
probably part of his plan. Bastard, she muttered, and got back up to pace.
Jack was an accomplished seducer. She d seen plenty of it in the time he d worked for her father. He
loved women, and while he was with them, he was completely focused. Attentive, considerate, charming.
He took them to dinner, to shows, to the hot spots in L.A. In the work he did for her father, he came into
contact with a lot of high-profile names and he wasn t above exploiting those glitzy connections to show a
lady a good time. But eventually the novelty wore off, at least for him, and within a few weeks, a month
or two at the most, he d be ready to move on. The woman was always left satisfied, but she was always
left.
Rowan paced harder, recalling a particularly ugly scene she d witnessed during an impromptu visit to her
father s house for dinner. Jack was there discussing some bit of company business with her dad and
doing his best to drive her crazy when Brooks had come into the dining room and announced Mr.
Donnelly had a visitor. Jack hadn t even had time to inquire who when a strung-out, sobbing mess of a
woman had stumbled into the room.
She winced as she recalled the pity and sorrow that had welled up in her as she watched. Jack had
taken control of the situation immediately, guiding the distraught and weeping woman to the terrace off
the dining room, his low voice soothing as he pulled her out of earshot.
Rowan would have liked to believe that she was just a friend in need, come to him for aid, but she knew
better. She knew the woman, at least through social circles, and knew Jack had broken off a two-month
relationship with her only a few weeks before.
She hadn t stayed to see the outcome but made excuses of a headache and an early teachers meeting
the next morning, leaving as quickly as she could. She knew her father hadn t bought the excuse but he
hadn t pressed her. She d gone home and crawled into bed, ridiculously close to tears, and had
determined then and there she wasn t going to be one of Jack Donnelly s casualties.
Which didn t do anything for her current state of arousal. She stopped at the window, looking out on the
quiet village, the blanket of stars covering it, crossing her arms over her chest. The scrape of soft cotton
over her oversensitive nipples had her swallowing a groan. What was she going to do?
* * * * *
Jack lay naked on the king-sized bed in the master bedroom, covered only by a thin sheet. He stared at
the ceiling and wondered for about the hundredth time in the last half hour what the hell he was doing.
It had taken all of his willpower to not grab Rowan, shove her down on the bed or whatever flat surface
was available and have at her. Giving her the choice of whether or not to finish what they d started in the
shadows of Ms.McGilley s Millinery Shop had been an impulse, one he was now bitterly regretting.
He stared down at his cock, which showed no sign of subsiding any time soon, and the thought of
Rowan only a thin wall away nearly had him rising to his feet to go get her. He knew she d let him she
was just as frustrated as him, if not more. Hell, he could smell the arousal on her from here and the thin
walls of the flat did nothing to hide sound of her pacing in the next room.
No, she wouldn t turn him away tonight, but there was more than just a quick fuck at stake. He made
her skittish not physically. Most people were intimidated by his size six feet six inches and two
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hundred and forty pounds tended to get people s attention. But she d never shown any signs of being
afraid of his greater strength and size. She wasn t afraid of him as a man either, although he knew their
sexual chemistry made her nervous. Hell, it made him nervous he d never been with a woman who d
affected him so quickly.
No, it was the sexual connection they shared and the possibility of a more meaningful emotional
connection that had her running scared. And frankly, he couldn t blame her. Were the situations reversed,
he imagined he d feel the same. He had a huge advantage over her that she hadn t even realized until
tonight, and he knew the knowledge he could get inside her head was going to be one more obstacle a
big one in his way.
He shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position on the bed as he thought over their conversation in
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