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She’d thought that there was hope for him—that there was a chink of kindness.

She’d even been arrogant enough to believe that she’d made a connection with him that no other woman had ever made.

Which made her nothing short of stupid and because of that she probably deserved all the pain she was feeling now.

There was a frown in his eyes, as if he didn’t understand her. And he didn’t, she thought, biting back hysterical laughter. Despite what she’d thought last night, he didn’t even come close.

His eyes glittered dark with growing irritation. ‘I’m merely making the point that you won’t find yourself short of money.’

‘So you’re going to pay me for sleeping with you, is that what you’re saying?’

Sensing danger, he narrowed his eyes and finally rolled away from her. ‘No, that isn’t what I’m saying.’

‘Isn’t it?’ Dizzy from the speed with which the atmosphere had changed from loving to recriminatory, she sat up, trying to ignore the

rising sickness in her stomach. ‘But aren’t you of