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Fiona”
    The menu sliding from her fingers as the room had shifted focus, swayed, fear and pain slamming into her as the memories from the past had flooded in.
    “Craig”
    A half sob half moan leaving her lips even as darkness had swished in to claim her, as she had pitched forward into blessed unconsciousness caught by a strong pair of arms, arms which had pulled her to him cradling her deep within them, her mind returning to six months previously.

Chapter Two
Six Months Previously
    Craig Thompson had sat in the opulent plush seat behind the grand elaborate wooden desk. He knew money when he saw it and this was the best kind – old money – establishment money.
    His lip curling he had smiled, the smile full of satisfaction at his latest acquisition. For months he had crossed swords with the Campbells’ who had steadfastly refused to sell out to him.
    He had offered them a good price, but they were “honourable” refusing to sell to him, to be taken over by an American with the ruthless reputation of stripping down companies before moulding them into the more modern companies he liked.
    The Campbells’ however, had stood up to him, stood in his way and nobody but nobody did that. It had taken him over three months to purchase enough stock to attack with a hostile takeover and another three months before had had successfully merged the old household name into his large global empire.
    Sitting back he had looked at the pictures on the walls, most worth a considerable amount of money he was sure, already knowing that he would leave the room as it was. A reminder of how a dinosaur had been felled by a leaner more streamlined adversary.
    The noise and confusion from the outside had made him scowl; leaning forward as the door to the office had burst open and the young woman had strode purposefully forward her arm outstretched in accusation.
    “You…you conniving cowardly thief” she had hurled angrily at him. Craig Thompson’s eyes opening wider at the woman before him
    “How dare you just walk into my family home…how dare you”
    Wearing riding jodhpurs with a shirt tucked neatly inside, black knee high boots completing the ensemble she stood rigidly before him. Her figure was stunning, showed off to its best in the tight fitting jodhpurs, her curves defying anybody to argue them as anything but perfect as her ample breasts had risen with the anger filling her.
    All this he had taken-in in a fraction of a second, but it was her face that had really held him. That beautiful face he had admired for so long, her perfect porcelain complexion slightly reddened with the fury that held her, her large green eyes flashing with hatred within them. Like a wild panther this woman was both breathe-taking and deadly as she had held his look with contempt and real hatred.
    “Well well Miss Campbell”
    He had crooned softly, his knowing smile filing her with a murderous anger as she had snarled at him
    “Get out of my brother’s chair….NOW!!”
    Rising slowly he had moved around the desk to stand before her, a smile growing on his arrogant face.
    “I think that you will find that it is not his anymore Miss Campbell” his soft voice full of satisfaction, as he had smugly grinned back at her.
    “And I think that you will also find that this is no longer your family home”
    He had not expected the whiplash smack as her hand had struck him on the cheek, the sound ricocheting off the walls, his eyes briefly showing surprise before cold anger had filled them, his voice harder as his eyes had bored into hers.
    “Finally, our little ice-cube shows her real nature…and what a little hell cat she is”
    Fiona Campbell had blinked in stunned shock. She had never before struck another person, and had seen as his cheek had glowed red where her hand had made contact, feeling shame not satisfaction at inflicting such a mark on another person, even if that person was the arrogant American.
    She had understood what he meant as he had