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burning even more intensely. Why shouldn t I be? I may have been a virgin but I m not a
total innocent. Anyway, I m a free woman, Jax Morrow. Do you have any idea what that
means for me? For the first time in twenty-five years, I m out of that damn tower. Away
from my stupid father. I can go anywhere, do anything I want to. And shit, it s my
freaking birthday today, too. So what I want goes. And firstly, what I want is as much sex
as I can handle. So if I m staying here with you, I m not sleeping alone.
Desire curled long fingers around him, squeezing him tight.
You want to so why fight it? You can t refuse her.
No, he couldn t. Not after what she d told him. Not after knowing what kind of life
she d left behind him. Anyway, he could handle her. If he was careful, giving her what she
wanted wouldn t be a problem.
Part of himself told him he d just rationalized everything nicely but he ignored that
part. Hell, maybe sleeping with her, working out this chemistry would even be good.
Make it more manageable.
That s all you want?
Um & no. I ve got a list if you must know. Secondly, I need some time to go shopping
I m getting kind of sick of this dress and also you tore my panties. I m going to need
some more of those, too.
Christ, she didn t have panties on? In spite of himself, his gaze dropped.
Pandora s finger caught him under the chin, grinning. All in good time, Hunt. For now,
shopping. Which I will all pay back eventually. And that brings me back to item number
three. My financial status.
We ll open an account for you. I ll direct money into
No. You aren t going to give me money, Mr. Morrow. What you re going to do is help
me find a job.
Chapter 7
Art galleries. Why was it always art galleries?
Pandora squinted as the flashes of the paparazzi s cameras lit up the night the
moment she stepped out of the limo. Jax got out behind her, his arm, heavy and
possessive, sliding around her waist. Providing the photo opportunity this whole evening
was in aid of.
An exclusive charity bash at an old renovated Tribeca warehouse where a new pop-up
gallery was showing some work from some up-and-coming new artists. The third of
Donovan s organized outings engineered to introduce Jax Morrow s fiancée to society
and the world at large.
The previous two a lunch at Simon s, one of Manhattan s newest and most
ridiculously exclusive restaurants, then the day before that an apparently casual
shopping date at Barneys had been deliberately low key. But this one was their first
official appearance together and the press had been primed.
Pandora found it a little overwhelming.
Jax s hand at her back as they joined the stream of people entering the gallery was
distracting, too, which didn t help. He d insisted on the gown she was wearing, which was
red his apparent preference and almost backless. Again. It meant his fingers touched
her bare skin and that was so not a good idea when the chemistry between them was
still burning just as brightly as it had that night three days ago. The past couple of nights
of hot sex hadn t done a thing to make it burn any less bright, either, making it difficult to
concentrate on anything else but dirty thoughts.
Inside, a glass of champagne appeared in her hand and the round of society
introductions began. After a while her face began to ache with the polite smile she d had
fixed onto it. God, how the hell was she going to remember who everyone was? Not that
she really needed to, not when she and Jax wouldn t be permanent fixtures together
anyway. In the end, this was all for show.
Are you okay? Jax murmured in her ear, maneuvering her a bit away from the group
of people they d been talking to. You look a bit &
Overwhelmed? She shivered as his breath brushed over her neck, making her skin
prickle with heat. Yes. I m not used to this many people.
They were on a railed walkway that ran around the sides of the main warehouse
space, the glittering society crowd moving below. The place had an industrial feel to it,
lots of exposed brick and concrete floors, the lighting discreet and hidden except for
where it spotlighted the art on the walls. Extra atmosphere was provided by candles
placed in lots of smoky glass holders on various different surfaces, the light flickering and
dancing.
You re doing very well. His fingers, resting against her spine, stroked gently against
bare skin, a tender gesture. He d touched her like this on the other two dates they d had
and initially she d found it disconcerting. Casual displays of affection had been few and far
between in her life and she didn t know quite how to handle it. By the second date,
though, she d got used to his touches. Had come to like them in fact. They made her feel
good. Affection was something she d been starved of for a long time and now that she
knew what it felt like, she wanted more.
She tried to repress the tremble of delight that went through her as his fingers
skimmed higher, glancing up to see if he d noticed. He wasn t looking at her, his attention
roving over the crowds below the walkway, still absently stroking her back. He was
wearing a tux tonight and God, he looked amazing, candlelight casting shadows over his
strong, intense face. The formality of his clothes only emphasized the dangerous quality
of him, that element of primitive power that had attracted her so powerfully the night
they d met.
It was odd that even though they d spent time together the past couple of days
mostly on those dates it had to be said he still remained as much an enigma to her now
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