A Ruthless Passion. Robyn Donald
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best wife I can possibly be to him—’
‘Even though you want me?’ Nick demanded.
Head down, face averted, she was shaking her head, the folds of tulle swinging in soft waves. ‘No,’ she said fiercely. ‘I love Glen.’
‘But you want me,’ Nick repeated, sliding his hand beneath her chin, lifting her face. Mouth trembling, she looked at him with desolate, hungry eyes.
‘Cancel the wedding now,’ he pressed quietly, struggling to leash the ruthless passion that clamoured through every cell in his body, urging him to pick her up and carry her into the bedroom and there lay claim to her in the most primitive, effective way, stamp her with his possession, make her shrink with horror at the thought of any other man touching her. ‘Cat, you can’t marry Glen,’ he said steadily, pouring his considerable power to persuade into his deep voice, into his expression. ‘Cancel the wedding— I’ll help you with the arrangements. It will be difficult, but we’ll cope.’
He almost had her. He could feel her hunger, feel her urge to surrender—until her lashes dropped and her mouth tightened, and she said, ‘And then what, Nick?’
His hand dropped to his side. ‘I can help you,’ he repeated, knowing as he said it that she wasn’t going to give in on such a vague promise—and angry because he could offer her nothing more. Glen might be prepared to take advantage of a girl straight from school, but Nick knew she wasn’t ready for marriage to anyone, much less the passion that hardened his body the moment he touched her.
She closed her eyes; when her lashes lifted the blue irises were smooth and opaque as enamel. ‘I don’t know what this—thing—is between us, but it can’t mean anything because I don’t know you. We only met three days ago. I do know Glen, and I not only love him, I respect him. I couldn’t put him through the pain of such a public humiliation because of something that I don’t understand and don’t trust.’ She looked at Nick directly. ‘I’d have thought that as his closest friend and his protégé, you’d be ashamed even to suggest it.’
His demons unleashed by three sleepless nights and an intense, aching frustration, Nick kissed her startled mouth, forcing it open. Her scent, sweet and womanly, filled his head with narcotic fumes; he tried to drop his arms, lift his head and step back, but he couldn’t move, overthrown by a ferocious, dangerous pleasure.
She didn’t resist; after a few rigid seconds she yielded, her body sinking against his, her mouth softening beneath his.
So this, he thought dimly, was paradise…
When she stiffened and tried to push him away he let her go, only then aware that somebody was knocking on the door.
Huge, shamed eyes slid away from his. Cat pressed her hand against her mouth, then with sudden, deliberate violence wiped his kiss off. ‘Get out,’ she whispered. ‘Just get out of here, and never come back. I wouldn’t marry you if you were the last man in the world.’
Nick leaned over and straightened the crushed tulle of her veil. Amazingly his hands remained gentle, although he’d never felt so much like smashing everything in his life to bits.
‘I don’t remember offering you marriage. Think of that kiss when you’re in bed with Glen,’ he said savagely, and turned and walked out, striding without a backward look past the hotel maid who waited there.
CHAPTER ONE
Six years later
CAT stopped at the busy crossing, staring apprehensively at the building on the other side of the road. In the quick intimacy of a crowd, the man beside her followed her gaze.
‘Magnificent, isn’t it?’ he observed chattily, his admiring gaze returning to Cat’s small, fine-featured face. ‘It’s already won several New Zealand awards, and a couple of overseas ones. Nick Harding commissioned it.’
At Cat’s blank look he expanded, ‘An amazing man—he started off in advertising, made a fortune and won awards, then moved on to set up the best and biggest Internet provider in New Zealand. He’s coining money, and according to the financial press he’s in the middle of a deal that’s going to boost him right into the stratosphere. And he’s still in his early thirties!’
Thirty-two, to be exact. Cat swallowed and nodded. The building on the other side of the street gleamed prosperously, a vast contrast to the drab suite of rooms in a rundown industrial complex on the outskirts of Auckland that had originally housed Nick’s business.
Somewhere in this palatial new building, perhaps behind one of those windows, he was waiting for her.
Her heart thudded sickeningly and moisture collected in her palms. Apart from a few newspaper photographs, she hadn’t seen Nick for two years. Would he have changed? Would he think she’d changed?
‘Are you a visitor to Auckland?’ the man beside her asked.
‘No,’ Cat returned, too tense to be polite.
Rebuffed, he said, ‘Oh. Well, have a nice day.’ He moved away, losing himself and his dented pride in the growing crowd.
Carefully Cat wiped her palms on her handkerchief. A quick glance at her watch showed that she still had five minutes.
A month after she’d married Glen, Nick had walked out on his executive position in Glen’s advertising agency, turning his back on everything Glen had done for him.
‘Bloody ingratitude,’ Glen had stormed. ‘I took him in off the streets, gave him the best education in New Zealand and then sent him overseas to university, made him what he is, treated him like a bloody crown prince—and he betrays me.’
Impossible to imagine Nick—tall, harshly good-looking, wearing his expensive clothes with casual elegance—living on the streets! Yet everyone knew the story. Still raw with guilt at the memory of her response to Nick’s unsparing kiss, Cat had asked, ‘If he was a street kid, how on earth did you meet him?’
Glen had shrugged. ‘Well, he wasn’t living on the street; he shacked up with some girl in a hovel.’ For a moment he’d looked uncomfortable. ‘He baled me up outside the agency one day and asked for a job. I said, “Why should I give you a job?” And he said, “Because you’re the best, and I plan to be better than you one day.” He was only fourteen, but I could tell he meant it. I liked that, so I sent him off to my old school.’
Cat, who’d had first-hand experience of the casual cruelty of adolescents at an expensive boarding school, had asked, ‘How did he deal with that?’
‘With style and arrogance,’ Glen had said indifferently. ‘Had everyone eating out of his hand within a week. I knew he would; I recognised that steely self-confidence straight away, and it took me only ten minutes to see that he was brilliant. He worked like a demon, graduating with the highest grades, an A bursary and a whole new set of social skills. Blazed through university like a rocket! Now he’s thrown the whole lot away to go on a wild-goose chase into the internet. It’s going to collapse, and he’ll go down with it.’
But he hadn’t. Nick had ignored the gossip, ignored Glen’s frustrated anger, and shown that he knew how to use determination and his ruthless intelligence to push his fledgling company to heights beyond anyone’s guessing. Within a few years he’d ridden the eagle to become a multimillionaire.
Now, no longer a player only in the South Pacific, he was expanding into communications technology. He was set, so one business writer had pronounced tritely but apparently truthfully, to conquer the world.
Glen, who’d respected power, had eventually welcomed him back into the fold, only to be killed a few months later in a car accident.
That was when Cat had discovered that he’d appointed Nick to oversee the trust he’d set up for her. Still numb from the double deaths—for her mother had died only a month before Glen—she’d been relieved when Nick had treated her with remote courtesy. Except, her inconvenient memory reminded her, for a few searing moments after