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sprawled on the pavement, the gravel biting into her hands.
    She
searched for a fiery comeback, for a determined declaration but she couldn’t.
Her body shook and her mind reeled. Since the first time he’d hit her, he’d
never laid a finger on her. His threats had been empty up until know. Greg
released a laugh and turned, heading back to his car that she’d been too tired
to even notice. She should call the police and report him if he was driving
under the influence but she knew from experience they wouldn’t do much. And
he’d broken his restraining order. But until he did anything, until he really
harmed her, nothing could be done.
    Swiping
the tears from her eyes, she pulled herself to her feet and swept the dirt from
her coat. With shaking hands, she picked up her discarded handbag and pulled
the phone and business card from it. Grace flung her bag back on the car seat
and hastily pressed in the number, having to correct it at least three times as
her trembling thumb refused to cooperate.
    She
held her breath as it rang.  Was she really going to do this? The ache around
her neck sealed her determination. Yes, she wanted Greg out of her life for
good and one night with Jett Olsen was an easy price to pay.
    “Grace?”
    Okay,
this was weird. “How did you know it was me?” she blurted out.
    “Intuition.”
    Squeezing
the phone, she pressed her lips together before uttering the words that would
seal her fate. “I’ll do it.”
    “One
night.”
    “Yes.”
    “You
and me.”
    “Yes.”
    “No
limits.”
    “No
limits,” she confirmed.
    She
could practically hear the smug smile stretching across his face.
    “Good.
I’m going to send a car for you on Saturday night. 8 p.m. Wear something you’re
not too bothered about. And some sexy underwear. And be sure to shave your
pussy.”
    Her
brain threatened to combust at his blunt words and the images that rocks her.
Jett Olsen’s hands peeling off her underwear. Jett Olsen’s mouth against her
skin. Jett Olsen’s fingers buried deep in her bare cunt. Her body heated at the
very thought.
    “Okay,”
she breathed.
    “And,
Gracie?”
    “Yes?”
    “Be
prepared to be very very tired, very sore and very fucked. I’m going to fuck
you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
    She
tried to form a response but she just stood there, gulping in air like a fish.
The words practically burned her ears.
    “See
you Saturday night, beautiful.”
    He
hung up before she could respond. Oh my God, she was going to spend a night
with Jett. She was going to have his cock in her. She, Grace Williams, was
actually going to shag Jett bloody Olsen.

 
    Chapter
Four
    The
car was here.
    Grace
peered out of her bedroom window, heart hammering. It was a limousine
technically. She shook her head. What would the neighbours think? Snatching her
overnight bag, she ran her gaze over her bedroom once more before descending
the steps to the front door. She didn’t have much with her— just a few bits of
make-up and toiletries, and a lace teddy. She didn’t really know what you
needed for a night of carnal delights—torments?—with a man.
    Seven-year-old
Beth ran into her bedroom and bounced on her bed. “Have fun, mummy.”
    “I
will, sweetie. Give me a kiss.”
    Beth
launched at her and plastered a big wet kiss on her cheek and Grace gave her a
squeeze and chucked her back on the bed, making Beth squeal with laughter. “Be
good for Granny. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    “I’m
always good,” Beth protested.
    Grace’s
mother bundled Beth into her arms and they waved her goodbye as she closed the
door. Her pulse kicked up a notch. Her mother knew she had a hot date, but
didn’t realise quite how hot it would be.
    The
driver, complete with a chauffeur’s hat and pristine uniform, stepped out of
the car and opened the door for her.
    “Thank
you,” she stammered. He gave her a brief nod as he took her bag from her. She suppressed
a grin as she noticed the curtains twitching