Penmort Castle (Ghosts and Reincarnation #1)(3)
He wanted her.
Simple as that.
And he was going to have her.
He decided to finish the negotiation. “One hundred thousand pounds and that buys me unlimited access to you throughout our arrangement.”
She made an indistinct angry noise in the back of her throat before suggesting, “Perhaps this isn’t a good idea.”
He pulled in breath through his nostrils then sat back.
He kept his eyes on her for a second that led to two then slid into three before he said, “Perhaps not.”
He thought he’d called her bluff.
Instead she turned, grabbed her things and stood.
She looked down on him. “It was a pleasure, Mr. Fraser,” she stated however the way she said it he knew it most definitely was not.
This amused him and Cash smiled.
She glared.
This amused him more.
She turned to leave when he stood quickly and his fingers wrapped around her upper arm, halting her retreat.
He pulled her to him gently and his mouth went to her ear where he murmured, “Two hundred thousand.”
Her body jerked then froze and she hesitated, indicating to Cash indecision.
Finally her neck twisted so she was looking at him before she said, “Two hundred thousand and we don’t consummate this part of the arrangement until we go to the castle.”
Cash was impressed.
She was very good.
She’d started at ten thousand and finished getting twenty times that.
“I like you,” he told her.
“Well, I don’t like you,” she snapped back.
This made him smile again which also made her eyes drop to his mouth.
He decided he liked her eyes on his mouth. He liked it a great deal.
Cash ignored his body’s pleasant reaction and commented, “That should make your job more difficult.”
Her gaze returned to his and she replied coldly, “Don’t worry, no one will suspect.”
“Including me?”
Her brows snapped together. “Pardon?”
“I’m not paying you not to like me. I’m paying you to like me.” He hesitated and his voice dipped lower when he finished. “I’m paying you to like me a lot.”
She stared at him a moment and he wondered what she was thinking.
Then she moved. Her upper body swayed into his and her hand touched him at his waist. She leaned up and her mouth brushed his softly as her br**sts swept his chest.
His body reacted pleasantly to that too.
Not moving her mouth from his, her eyes open, she murmured, “You won’t suspect either.”
Then she moved back, only inches, her hand went from his waist and she did something that surprised him yet again.
She lifted her hand and used her thumb to wipe her lip gloss gently from his mouth, the whole time she watched her thumb’s movements.
It surprised him because it was not something a woman did to a man she’d only just met. It was also not something a woman did for a man she did not like.
It was something a man’s woman did for him.
Before Cash could react, she was walking away, swinging her coat on as she went, yanking her hair out of the collar with a casual movement of her arm.
He watched her hair tumble down her back as she walked out the door.
Yes, Cash thought as he reached for his own coat, she’ll do.
Chapter Two
Abby’s Reason
“Are you nuts?” Jenny shrieked after Abby told her the unusual turn of events that occurred at the pub an hour before. Abby watched as her friend shook her head forcefully before shouting, “I didn’t sign up for this!”
Abby pulled her bare heels up to the edge of the couch she was sitting on and wrapped her arms around her jeans-clad legs (she’d changed out of her Ice Queen outfit upon arriving home). The whole while she did this, she kept her eyes on her irate best friend.
Jenny was probably right, she was nuts.
She had to be.
What was she thinking, agreeing to have sex with someone for money?
It wasn’t nuts, it was insane.
However, there was the not-so-insignificant fact that she was going to be two hundred thousand pounds richer.
Two hundred thousand pounds.
She still couldn’t believe it and when she thought of it she wondered what on earth Cash Fraser was thinking.
Cash Fraser, the man, the legend.
He’d become known to the human populace just over a year ago when someone leaked that he was the real man behind the story of a box-office topping action movie about a brilliant industrial spy ring breaker (who even knew there was such a job in real life) that all the big multinationals turned to and paid millions upon millions of pounds (so they could save billions) when they had a problem.
It was then that the dangerous, thrill-seeking, gorgeous Cash Fraser was uncovered.
Once he was exposed the media went nuts.
This was mainly because he looked like a movie star but also because he acted like a dangerous action man.
Uncommonly tall, dark and handsome, standing at six foot four (and she discovered this afternoon that was tall) with a lean, muscled, broad-shouldered body and a thick head of so-dark-brown-it-was-nearly-black, almost-but-not-quite curly hair he wore in a way that was far too long for any other man but looked messy and sexy on him. He had the most unbelievable black eyes she’d ever seen. They were liquid black, their colour shocking in its depth and intensity.