Tess was prepared to do anything for a man who didn’t really acknowledge her as a daughter. Duncan found her circumstance sad but to his benefit.
Another five minutes and the conversation ended with his secretary. Jane was going to make sure to purchase a marriage license along with the essentials to get him married very soon. He looked at her, and his words would shock her. Duncan knew he needed the element of surprise on his side. “In two weeks, we will be married at the local church across the street on the corner. I’ll organise a dress to be delivered to you by the end of the day. The wedding will be at ten on Friday morning.” His words were short and sharp.
He carried on with his work while he waited for her reaction. Everything in his mind had to be planned.
“What do you mean we will be married?”
“You said you will do anything for your father.”
“Not marriage—” Her voice took on a hysterical tone. Duncan felt his heart ache. For a split second he considered backing out. Tess Williams had done nothing to him. She was a daughter trying to help her parent. She didn’t deserve it.
Use her, and get your revenge. Your mother deserves to be in her rightful place at the villa.
“Shall I cancel the arrangements and get in contact with the police? I’m sure you’d like to spend the next ten years seeing your father in an orange suit.” He picked up the phone as if to phone them. Duncan saw her panic. Within seconds she’d grabbed the phone from his hand and slammed it back in its cradle. Her breathing was deep and troubled.
Duncan was right. Tess Williams had some fire in her. He couldn’t wait to see how much fire she possessed.
“Why do you want me to marry you?” She stayed standing near his chair looking down at him. A layer of sweat covered her brow. Her scent invaded him. She smelt like vanilla and honey, a savoury sweetness he wanted to taste.
Looking up at her Duncan saw the outline of her body. His assumptions had been correct. She had a full figure. Her hips were large. He knew she would be able to take a hard fucking without breaking. Models were too thin. Their bones always made him feel if he pushed too hard they’d snap in two. Duncan wasn’t a weak man. He worked hard, and when he fucked a woman, he liked to get dirty doing it. There was something about a hard fuck that set his mind at ease.
“I have found that it’s something I need to do. You’re in a predicament where I can help you. This is a win/win situation for us.” His answer sounded vague. He wouldn’t tell her the truth.
“Why do you need to get married?”
He contemplated telling her about his own deceased father’s will and the terms surrounding it in order for him to gain his inheritance. He decided against it. She didn’t need to know how much he needed this marriage. It kept him in control of their affair and brief marriage.
“It’s time for me to be married. A marriage will keep the press off my back and cleans up this bad boy image I’ve been tarred with. If you marry me I’ll not press charges against your father. Any debt that he has created would be wiped clean. I’ll settle everything. All you need to do is marry me.” He made a point of mentioning her father’s predicament. Duncan might be a ruthless businessman, but he kept to his word. He wouldn’t go back on his word.
He stood, which forced her to take a step back. Her scent was everywhere he turned. Her hand rested on his desk. Her cheeks were flushed. Duncan stared down at her chest and saw her nipples were pressed against the fabric of her shirt. She was turned on by him.
Tess stared at his chest. He was so close it disturbed her train of thought. His expensive designer suit did nothing to disguise how magnificent his body was. Tess felt an incredible urge to stroke her hand down the hard press of his chest. His suit jacket would feel soft against her fingers. His chest would press against her finger tips showing her how hard this man was, in body and in his presence. She knew he was known for getting what he wanted. She had never thought it would involve her.