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even the presence of mind to pack. In any
case, Jude had already made it clear that she wouldn’t need that many clothes
anyway.
    He was seated
across from her on the jet, looking through some papers. Next to him was his
trusted PA, Carly. Their words as they discussed seemed to pass over Miranda’s
head in a fog.
    I can’t believe I’m doing this , she thought. But she was doing it. She was on her way to
London with Jude to be his sexual plaything for a week. By day he would do his
business deals, and by night, she was to be willing and ready to fulfil every
one of his perverted desires.
    In her slim case,
which lay on the seat beside her, was her copy of the papers that would Jude
would sign by the end of their weeklong arrangement. With his signature, the
company would be handed back to her father. Her family would be okay again, and
everything would be back to normal.
    And yet, was
that the only reason she was here?
    Miranda knew
she would be lying if she said that. She looked surreptitiously at Jude,
dressed impeccably as always in his sharp-fitting, stylish suit, hair waving in
sleek golden locks across his forehead. He was all business, not sparing her
much attention beyond asking if she wanted more champagne, or another tasteful,
perfectly prepared dish to be provided by the on-flight chef.
    Funny how the
moment she’d accepted his highly unconventional, fiendish proposition, he’d
seemed to cool off into his untouchable persona. Almost as if, now that he knew
the deal was in the bag, so to speak, he’d virtually lost interest.
    The very notion
pricked. Which was annoying in itself . What had she
expected, that he’d be drooling over her? He’d made an offer , she’d taken it . This was merely business, just like
all the other corporate schemes he negotiated every single day. The sooner she phased herself into that concept, the easier this ordeal
would be.
    Ordeal ...well, that was what she’d like to tell herself this
was going to be. Spending a whole week with the billionaire hunk Jude Stone
– a man she was supposed to hate with all her mind and body – was
going to be a chore, certainly. A man who treated everything, even people, like commodities to be priced and tagged. How on earth could
she stand to be so objectified, agreeing to play the part of his paramour for
seven whole days?
    Miranda thought
of the letter she’d left, on her brother’s desk. It had been vague somewhat,
but she’d tried as best as she could to explain her decision. “Jude Stone made
me an offer I couldn’t refuse,” she’d written. “I’m off to London with him for
a week. I’m trying to do what’s best for the family, and not just me, this
time. I sure hope it will be good enough.”
    She wondered
what he would make of it – but then she didn’t really care. She was
showing him in her own way that she was far from the selfish brat he thought
she was.
    Here she was,
willing to take the bullet for the team. That had to count for something.
    She sighed
deeply, turning to look out of the window, her heart torn between heaviness and
a strange, twisting excitement at what was to come. And then she felt it .
    It was a warm,
tingling sensation, and it grew stronger by the second. She turned her gaze
instinctively in Jude’s direction, and had to suck in a breath.
    He was looking
at her. It was just a brief glance, lasting no more than five seconds at most.
But in that one look, she’d felt transported right into his mind, saw the
blazing gleam that darkened his aqua-blue eyes almost to navy. It was a look so
bad, so ferociously filthy, that she had no doubts of exactly the thoughts
going through his head in those moments.
    And for the
first time in her life, Miranda now could understand the feeling like her
clothes were being stripped off her, in a trice .
Knew what it meant to be desired so deeply that she could taste his want on the
tip of her tongue; could almost catch a heady whiff of it in the air as their
eyes