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this.
    Dark, heated images swept over her.
    Images of hard thighs and soft, yielding hips.
    Images of his long fingers, sure and urgent, feathering over her naked thighs, parting her softness. His body rising over her.
    Kacey’s breath caught in a ragged gasp. Madness!
    â€œSt-stop!” she hissed, even then feeling the pull of those erotic images. She balled her hands into fists and shoved desperately at his chest. “Let—let me go!”
    But her protests came too late to be believable, and they both knew it.
    The next minute, she was swept up in his arms and tossed facedown over his shoulder. Blood surged in hot waves to her head as she fought her way through the drugging storm of passion he had aroused so unerringly. Furiously, Kacey flayed at his back and shoulders, kicking her booted feet wildly. All the time, she cursed herself for being the worst sort of fool. “What in the name of heaven do you think you’re—”
    The next minute, she was spinning through space, landing with a sharp jolt in a mound of sun-warmed hay. Far above, a ray of fading sunlight slanted down through a mullioned window, one faint golden gleam amid the shadows.
    He had tossed her down in one of the stalls! Was the man completely insane?
    Or was she?
    With trembling fingers, Kacey pushed up onto one elbow and swept a tangled mass of hair from her eyes. She’d had more than enough of this fool and his arrogance—and more than enough of her own strange reaction to him!
    â€œI don’t know who you are or what you think you’re doing, but I’ll see that you’re struck from Cassandra’s client list. You’ll never get another researcher down here ever again, I promise you that! So your precious Lord Draycott can just kiss off any other restoration projects he might have in mind. Believe me, when I’m done, you won’t be able to find a restorer in Timbuktu who’d work here!”
    The man’s only answer was a sardonic smile. In horrified silence, Kacey watched his long fingers drop to his belt.
    A deep red blush stained her pale cheeks. “Just what in the name of hell do you think you’re doing now?” she demanded.
    The slate eyes narrowed. His belt slid free with a soft hiss, darkly intimate in the confined space of the stall. “Doing, my dear? Why, I’m getting ready to screw you, of course.”

CHAPTER THREE
    T HE SILVER EYES NARROWED , smoldering. “That is how you say it on your side of the Atlantic, is it not? If you can supply a better word, of course I’d be happy to use it.” His hard fingers tossed the belt to the stable floor. “I don’t believe I’ve ever had an American before. I find I’m rather looking forward to the experience.”
    White-hot fury exploded through Kacey’s veins. None of this could actually be happening, could it?
    But the tingling of her lips where his mouth had savaged hers told Kacey this was no dream. The urgent tension of her skin, clamoring for more of his heat, told her the same thing.
    She pushed unsteadily to her knees, brushing wildly at the errant bits of straw clinging to her hair and face. “Now just wait one damn minute! You can’t really believe—” Her voice died away sharply when she saw his fingers fall to his zipper.
    â€œWe can discuss your terms later. Of course they will depend on just how well you…perform for me.”
    Kacey’s heart slammed against her chest. “Perform! T-terms! ” she croaked. Her breath was coming in jerky little gusts now. “Listen—this is some kind of joke, right? You can’t possibly believe that—”
    Wide-eyed, she stared at the place where his hands worked. The fabric was stretched taut, she saw.
    The realization of just why it was so tight sent a wave of crimson shooting through Kacey’s cheeks and neck.
    Her heart was hammering so loudly she could barely hear. “Well,