Taylor flexed his fingers and took a deep breath.The past four days had been like living with a sullen teenager. He’d given her a little leeway, which had been decent of him under the circumstances, but from now on he would not put up with it.Tomorrow, the deeds would be signed and she would be indebted to him.Curiosity made him look at the papers sprawled over her desk.A few moments later, he sat on the chair, still warm from her body heat, with a frown on his face.Peering more closely through the stack before him, he saw she’d taken each room of the new building and committed to paper her ideas for the renovations. Each drawing was done to scale.Dianne had said she’d made these plans.Had she been lying in an attempt to impress him?But no—the notes in the margins, the numbers indicating the measurements, these were all in her girlish writing.He rubbed at his temples, his chest tightening as he imagined her sitting in that tiny study in the tiny home she’d been living in, wor
Dianne was out of the center before Taylor’s watch registered her being even one minute late. She hurried to the car, her excitement tangible. She’d been the same that morning, unable to keep still for a second, downing coffee as if it were going out of fashion but unable to eat a morsel of the eggs his chef had cooked for them.She pulled the passenger door open. “Is it done?”‘Yes.’She punched the air. ‘Thank God.’You’re welcome. But Taylor will suffice.’She pulled a face at him and laughed. Right now, I’m so happy and grateful that I’ll call you anything you like.’He bit back the quip forming on his tongue, not wanting to break the moment. Seeing the delight on her face lightened his blood.It had been a long time since he’d seen that smile.A skinny, balding man poked his head out of the building. Abandoning Taylor, Dianne hurried over to him, hurled her arms around his waist and kissed his cheek. The man disappeared back inside with a beaming grin of his own.She rushed back
Looking back, Dianne struggled to understand how she’d allowed herself to suffer such self-inflicted torture. She’d thought nothing of wearing five-inch heels for a full day at work.But it had been expected of her. She had been the wife of Taylor Moore, and she had been expected to dress and act the part, including cultivating friendships with like-minded women.The only real friendship she’d made had been, funnily enough, with Audrey, Taylor’s sister, who was an incredibly smart and amusing woman.The strange thing was, while they’d been eating last night, she’d noticed so many new things: the way Aria picked at her food as if scared to consume a calorie more than was good for her, the way she deferred to her husband before offering an opinion...all the things Dianne had once done. And just like that, she’d seen all the insecurities running under Aria’s surgically lifted skin. Being the trophy wife of a successful, rich, handsome man wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Dianne should
I am not a team player, Dianne. I don’t deal with collaboration. You will get your centre but you will not have the opportunity to mess up the renovations.’"I am not going to mess this up!" she shouted.He gave her a measured stare. Control your temper. It is most unattractive.’"Do you think I care what you find attractive?"You should, considering the project hasn’t even started yet.She knew exactly what he meant. "Are you seriously serious? If I don’t toe the line, then you’ll pull the plug. ’‘If necessary, But as I’ve said numerous times, if you fulfill your side of the bargain, then I will fulfil mine.’You lied to me.’"No." You made assumptions.’ He rose from his seat and rested his hand on the desk, leaning forward. ‘I made it very clear that I would be taking control. I will be in charge and you will be by my side. Look at it from a positive perspective—this time you’ll see how a project is conducted properly all the way to its conclusion.’The anger inside her had risen s
‘You said I could do whatever I liked.’And you can. But that doesn’t mean I have to participate or enjoy it.’He tugged her hair back and stared into her insolent eyes. Anger flooded through him at the confirmation of the game she was playing. But he tempered it.She wanted to play?Nothing would give him greater pleasure.And she would learn that whatever game she played with him, she would never win.He released his hold on her and swept his fingers over her shoulders and down over her breasts, lightly pinching those gorgeous nipples, already hard with the arousal she wished to deny, in the way that had always made her moan.There were no moans this time, but her lips parted a fraction, her cheeks heightening with colour. The defiance remained.“Sit on the chair,” he commanded, indicating the armchair in the corner of the room.“What?”‘Sit on the chair. You said I could do whatever I liked, and what I would like is for you to sit on that chair.’She swallowed, looking at the chair
Beatrice and Audrey Moore, Taylor’s mother and sister, respectively, were in the drawing room awaiting their arrival. Both were dressed impeccably, as if they were heading off to a night at the opera, something Taylor had once taken Dianne to and which, to her shame, she had fallen asleep through.She wondered when Taylor would comment on her own attire. He’d given her a sharp glance but hadn’t said anything.If she’d known they were coming here before she’d got in the car, she would have made a greater effort than the casual inky-coloured silk trousers with the tapered legs and the silk blush-pink roll-neck top. On her feet were flat snakeskin-effect sandals. She knew her outfit would hold its own at any restaurant, but in the Moore household, she might as well have come dressed in her pyjamas.It shouldn’t matter to her. In the days after she’d left, she’d gone through her wardrobe and removed every item that had been purchased for its suitability for Taylor Moore’s wife and not for
There was Beatrice, the pillar of society.Frederick, the infirm head of the house,Audrey was the daughter with a mischievous streak that only came to the forefront when away from the stifling presence of her mother.and Taylor. The man who had to be the best at everythingIt was like observing a cleverly crafted game of manners in which everyone wore masks that hid anything resembling real emotion.After a two-year absence from this table, it was as if Dianne had sat down with a brand-new pair of eyes.During her marriage, she’d always felt intimidated in this house, terrified one of them would point a finger at her and expose her for being an impostor that no amount of expensive clothing or cosmetics could hide. Her fear had left her blind to what surrounded her.The past two years had been a chance for her to find herself again and, no matter what happened in the future, she was determined never to lose herself again.When did you see my sister? Taylor asked, as soon as he had dri
Where did family loyalty come into his sister’s thinking? When Chris had ended his relationship with Audrey, Taylor had been ready to kill him, not suggest they share cosy lunches together.But then, Audrey hadn’t had loyalty drummed into her as he had. For Audrey, childhood and life itself had been a charm; she’d been doted upon by a father who only spoke to his son to pick fault with him."Audrey didn’t want to upset you," Dianne said softly. ‘She said you would think she was being disloyal.’"You’re damn right she was disloyal. But I’m not upset.’‘Then what are you?’He forced his features into neutrality and glanced at her. "I’m not anything."Silence rang out, not even a whisper of sound to be heard until Dianne said, "Nothing changes, does it?""What are you talking about?"Her voice was sad. ‘Nothing is allowed to be less than perfect, not even your own feelings.’The silence was suddenly filled with a roaring noise. It took a moment for him to realize the sound was in his own