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you'd do if you had a sinfully rich partner like Andrew MacIntyre.
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All
the wealth in the world can’t buy willing surrender.
Andrew
MacIntyre, heir to a vast empire of railroads, mines and mills, is
the second or third richest man in America, and by far the most
eligible bachelor among the society folk summering in Newport, Rhode
Island. His mother has filled their opulent mansion with marriageable
daughters of bankers and industrialists, but Andrew knows none of
these callow young women can satisfy his perverse sexual needs. No
respectable girl would ever consent to being bound and beaten, to
serving and obeying him the way he craves. His money gives him the
freedom to purchase anything except his heart’s desire—a
submissive partner to share his life.
Independent,
progressive and well-educated, labour activist Olivia Alcott has
dedicated herself to improving the lot of the workers who toil in the
factories that have made Andrew and his class so wealthy. The strike
she organises triggers a confrontation between her and the handsome
billionaire. Although their disparate backgrounds and values make
them natural foes, something stronger draws them to one another—an
intuitive recognition of complementary fantasies. Andrew offers
Olivia a bargain—better working conditions for the mill staff, in
return for a weekend of her unquestioning obedience. Olivia will help
him deflect the attentions of the potential mates assembled by his
mother, as well as providing more intimate services. Given Olivia’s
origins, a more enduring relationship appears impossible—but Andrew
is not the sort to give up something he wants.
Excerpt
“Olivia,
I have a proposition for you.” She did not resist when he led her
to the automobile and installed her inside. As he breathed her lilac
perfume mingled with her clean sweat, his erection grew more
insistent. “There’s to be a ball this weekend at Wavecrest, my
house in Newport. My mother has invited what she considers to be the
cream of society, including every eligible—that is, single and
wealthy—female she can think of. She’s determined to marry me off
to one of these creatures, regardless of my wishes.”
“What
does that have to do with me?” Her frown of perplexity delighted
him. He could practically see the wheels turning in her agile mind as
she tried to understand his motives.
“I
need an escort, a woman to keep at my side all weekend so I can fend
off the advances of all these would-be Mrs MacInytres. Come back to
Newport with me. Spend the weekend. If you do, I’ll seriously
consider the question of raising the workers’ salaries.”
Olivia
laughed, a bright, clear sound that sent a stab of want to his groin.
“Me, a poor professor’s daughter, at a society ball? I’d be as
out of place as a Hottentot in the White House! I don’t have the
airs and graces of a Rockefeller girl. And what would I wear?” She
indicated her dusty brown frock. “I doubt very much this would be
appropriate.”
“No
one need know who you are—we’ll invent some mysterious identity
for you. You can be the illegitimate American child of a Hungarian
prince, how’s that? As for clothing, I will supply everything
you’ll need.” He gave her luscious body a frank once-over that
brought the blush back to her face, to his immense satisfaction. “I
suspect your measurements are quite comparable to my sister Ann’s.
You could wear one of her dresses. But no, that won’t do—you must
be the most resplendent creature at the ball. We’ll stop at Ann’s
dressmaker on the way and have you fitted for a new gown. With
adequate monetary incentives, I’m sure the dress can be ready by
tomorrow evening. We’ll pick up a whole kit for you, tennis and
boating outfits, morning attire, underclothes. With jewels to match
each ensemble, of course…”
“Mr
MacIntyre, doesn’t the impropriety of what you’re suggesting
bother you in the least?”
Her
critical tone brought him up short. What would people say
about a single young woman, unchaperoned, in Andrew’s constant
company? He’d hoped she was less conventional than the women of his
regular circle, but, given the importance of reputation, he couldn’t
blame her for her concern.
“You’re
essentially trying to buy my sympathies, aren’t you?” she
continued. “You suppose that if you lavish enough money upon me,
I’ll drop my support for the strike and encourage the workers to
return to their looms, correct?”
“Not
at all…”
“Well,
it won’t work. I intend to spend every minute we are together
reminding you of the plight of these poor women. I shall work upon
your conscience, sir, until you have no choice but to do the right
thing.”
“What?
Then—you agree? You’ll come to Newport?”
“How
could I pass up the opportunity to do so much good?” A smile played
at the corners of her compressed lips and Andrew understood that she
was teasing him. Yes, she was serious about her cause, but she wanted
to join him for other reasons. Hope flared in his chest while desire
hardened his loins.
“Thank
you, Olivia.” He clamped his hand down upon her smaller one. Her
breath hitched with excitement she could not hide. He focused all the
force of his will upon her, compelling her to meet his gaze. “There’s
one more thing to which you must assent.”
“Yes?
What’s that?” She was brave, this woman. The girls on the lawn
this morning would have wilted under that stare, but she held her
own.
“You
must agree to follow my orders in every particular and without
question. Otherwise, your charade may be unmasked and we’ll both
suffer.”
“In
every particular? Even if you should command some indecency?” Her
hand still lay beneath his. The pulse fluttered in her wrist like a
captive bird.
“In
every particular, as I said, and without question.” Full of
anxiety, he searched her lovely face. Would she change her mind? “I
promise I won’t allow any harm to come to you, Miss Alcott.”
She
allowed the smile he’d seen her fighting to bloom. He released the
breath he had not realised he’d been holding.
“I
agree, Mr MacIntyre—Sir. Shall we be on our way?”
