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Language: eng
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Published: 2013-12-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

'The Roman goddess of beauty and love—a Venus—in big underwear!' Jackson roared. 'Have you gone mad! Good God, woman, I've seen your underwear! Can you just picture it? Can you? A life-size marble Venus in enormous ‑'

'Please ‑' Susanna's lips trembled and she sat down quickly on the single chair, her legs buckling. Jackson was breathing heavily, his nostrils flared, his feet planted wide apart as he glared down at her, his eyes transfixing her with their molten ferocity.

Then, as if the mists of rage cleared, his eyes became cooler, clear, focusing sharply on her quivering mouth, the unshed tears that swam in her peaty eyes. Snorting, he turned away, pacing the room, each movement taut, restless.

Susanna bowed her head, staring blindly at her knotted hands. It would be funny, if it weren't so terrifying. And it was terrifying; she knew, with inner dread, that she would end up, as always, doing exactly what he asked of her.

She had to do it; she had given her word, even though he hadn't explained exactly what would be required of her. He had already told her what she'd wanted to know, and a bargain was a bargain. But more than that, much more, was the utter conviction, shocking in its simplicity, that she would always want to please him. She had to, if it were within her power.

Such thoughts had battered at the inside of her head in the moments of the first shocked realisation. He wanted her to pose in the nude, and the thought of it had made her feel ill with embarrassment. Hence her tentative, pleading, silly suggestion that she keep her underwear on—thus provoking his furious outburst.

Turning, Jackson strode down the length of the room, the muscles of his arms bunched as if he were about to hit something. Wrenching a door wide, he slammed through it, the sound of his fury reverberating.

Alone, Susanna stared miserably at the blank face of the closed door. It told her nothing. Only her common sense, her logical reasoning power, could tell her what to do now. The logical part of her mind, the one that saw problems as mathematical equations, solvable if one applied one's brain, told her to go. Immediately. Sever the relationship, the involvement. It was growing too strong.

She could always offer to pay for a professional model. She could afford it, even if he couldn't, and it would be a way of keeping her side of the bargain.

But her heart, the inner core of her new-found femininity, told her to stay, to be with him, help him, do what she could.

Torn between the two, she was still there, outwardly inert, when Jackson came back into the room. He carried a large brown envelope and the tension had left him—she could see that from the look of compassion in his eyes, the gentle curve of his mouth.

'Susanna ‑' He squatted down beside the chair she sat on and his eyes, the hand that so lightly touched her arm, told her that he understood her reaction.

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