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shelf and shuffled through a pile of cassettes. Her hands were shaking as she picked one up. "Piaf?" she asked, conscious that he had put down the bottle and walked across toward the door. She spun around, afraid that he was moving to lock it, but he merely went to the switch and turned off the main lights, leaving only the soft glow from the one small lamp in the corner.

Trying to steady her nerves, she turned back to the tape, putting it on very low.

"Your wine. " He was immediately behind her.

She faced him and took the glass from him. "You won't hurt me again, Nick. You promise, " she whispered as he reached up to touch her face.

Nick smiled. "Why should I hurt you?" He took the glass back from her and set it down on the shelf behind her, then gently he drew her to him. With a frown he began to unbutton her shirt once more. He pulled it off then reached up to unfasten her bra. "That's better, " he murmured as he dropped it on the floor. "Now, why have you still got your shoes on?"

He stood back and folded his arms once more, watching as

Jo kicked off her high-heeled sandals, embarrassed at his sudden cold detachment.

She gave a nervous laugh as she turned away from him to pick up her glass. "Aren't you going to take off your shirt too?"

"Of course. " He watched her drink. "You enjoyed it when I raped you the other night, " he said suddenly. "I did not, " she flared.

"I think you did. I could feel it. A woman can't hide it when she's excited. "

Jo stopped and picked up her shirt hastily, clutching it against her. "I hope you haven't got the idea that I like being knocked around, because I don't. Please, Nick, stop teasing me... "

Nick took a step nearer her. He dragged the shirt out of her hand and threw it down behind him, then he caught her by the elbows, pulling her hard against him. "Beautiful, independent, oh so liberated Miss Clifford! I doubt if any man has dared to tell you what to do before, has he? One look from those flashing eyes and men cower back into their corners. What was Pete Leveson like in bed, Jo? He looks like a teddy bear to me. I doubt if he ever beat you. Perhaps that's why you had such a short affair. "

"Nick—"

"Or Sam. Sam has always wanted you, hasn't he? My mother came and told me as much today. Has he ever dared to touch you? I doubt it! My brother is scared of clever women!"

"Please, Nick!" She tried to pull away from him. "You're hurting me. You promised you wouldn't—"

"I'll do what the hell I like with you, Jo. " He smiled at her. "Violence excites you. You like powerful men. You like a man who can bring you to your knees. "

She struggled frantically. "You're drunk, Nick—"

"I don't think so. In fact, I've not drunk nearly enough. " He let go of her so suddenly she nearly fell. "Let's have some more wine. "

"You've had enough. " She dodged away from him, then stooped and grabbed her crumpled shirt. "If you don't get out of here in ten seconds, Nick, I'm calling the police!"

He had picked up the wine bottle, and, holding it up to the lamplight for a moment, he poured some into his glass. He moved toward her, sipping it. "This is a good year, " he murmured. "I'm glad you care about good wine. Many women don't—"

Jo was backing away from him toward the phone. As she reached it he lunged toward her and caught the phone cord, jerking it out of the socket. His wine spilled over her arm as, with a cry of fright, she dodged past him.

"You know, I quite enjoy your show of resistance, Jo, " he said lazily. "I can see why men always prefer—what is it they call them—women of spirit!"

"Just stop all the chauvinist crap and get out of here!" Jo was shaking violently. She put the sofa between herself and Nick as she pulled on her shirt.

"We were talking about the men who told you what to do, weren't we?" he went on conversationally. "What about those men of Matilda's? William de Braose, now. He never asked permission before he screwed his wife, I'll bet. Did it thrill you? Being forced to obey him? You had to obey your husband, didn't you?" He was moving toward her again slowly, his handsome face set.

Jo backed toward the French doors. "Please, Nick, go away. "

"You haven't told me yet. Did William turn you on?"

She shook her head. "Never. He was repellent. "

"Yet you bore him six children. "

"Not me, Nick. It wasn't me, for Christ's sake! Look, why don't we go out? It's a glorious night. Why don't we go for a drive? A long drive. Do you remember once we drove down to Brighton. We could have a swim at dawn and then have breakfast down there—"

"Tell me about Richard de Clare, " Nick went on as if she hadn't spoken. "Tell me about the handsome Richard. He turned you on, now, didn't he?"

"Yes!"

Suddenly her fear and anger overflowed and she was yelling at him. "Yes, he bloody well did. He turned me on, as you put it. He was fun. He was humorous and good to be with. He wasn't intense and competitive. He wasn't a bloody chauvinist even though he was a medieval knight and an earl! He was a gentleman, Nick. Something you wouldn't know how to be, if they exist these days, which I don't think they do. And yes, he was good in bed. And in the bracken and anywhere else he happened to be! Very, very good. A hell of a lot better than you will ever be!" She stopped, panting.

In the silence between them the brown, spiced voice of Edith Piaf

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