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watched. Gut lurching, she lowered her eyes and saw the two dark patches on the semi-transparent silk of her chemise where her nipples were thrusting against the material.
    A little despairing mew escaped her at the depth of her humiliation, and even more at the knowledge it was not going to stop there. Just how far did he really mean to go?
    “Look at me, Penelope,” Macdonald said. “I want to see your face as well as your body. I want to see how a cock-teaser behaves when she knows for once she’s going to have to go all the way. And step away from the table so I can see those famous long legs.”
    Belly fluttering wildly as he confirmed her worst fear, Penny glanced at her handbag. She dared not use the pistol it concealed. He would know any threat she made was a bluff as long as she needed the information only he could give her. She had no desire to kill him anyway, and if she wounded him she would spend days she could not afford to waste explaining herself to the authorities. Reluctant but resigned, she stepped to one side and let her skirt fall around her ankles.
    Macdonald smiled. “You’ve certainly kept your figure, Penelope.
    It was always those big tits that fascinated me most. I think I’d like to see them now. Slip those straps off your shoulders and let’s have a look.”
    Penny had thought the heat in her cheeks could not possibly grow any greater but learned that she was wrong as first one trembling hand and then the other slid the straps of her chemise down her upper arms.
    With a ragged breath and a quiver on her lower lip she pulled the thin silk over the jut of her breasts and down to her waist.
    Instinctive modesty made her raise her arms over the twin peaks, until Macdonald’s impatient snort reminded her of her situation. The return of the girls was far too important to allow even humiliation such as this to get in the way. She put her arms at her sides.
    Macdonald laughed. “Oh, there’s that look you’re so well known for! That sullen little pout on those luscious lips. That petulant little knitting of your brows. I’m surprised you haven’t got a wrinkle there by now. And there’s the flash of defiance in those big, blue eyes that always showed you had every intention of having your own way in the end. I thought you said you’ve changed.”
    “I have,” Penny said, stunned. Was that really how others had seen her when she had been one of the garrison wives? She had known and cared little that she was not popular with the women, but it had always seemed she could wrap any man around her little finger. After all, she had been a High Society girl and a renowned beauty who had frequently been mentioned in the society pages of the newspapers when she had lived in England, and even in Delhi. Tom’s transfer to the North-West Frontier had changed all that.
    Macdonald was still chuckling, his gaze roving over her near-naked body, drinking in the sight of her long, bare legs, her trim waist and smooth shoulders, and the fullness of her pink-tipped teats. Penny suppressed the need to turn away from his hungry look and steeled herself for the next ordeal.
    “What are you waiting for, Penelope? Don’t imagine there is any way but one for you to get what you want from me. And you had better make sure I get everything I want from you . So take your panties off.”
    To her great discomfiture, Penny had already admitted to herself he was right. Nevertheless, it was hard to find the courage to expose her most intimate places to a man she had not seen for years and who even then had been little more than an acquaintance. Damn those foolish girls, she thought, for letting themselves get kidnapped so easily. And if she was being unfair, well, she was entitled to be, considering the position she was in. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her French knickers but could not quite bring herself to push them down.
    “One of the men you’re looking for is an ex-sergeant,” Macdonald told her.