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‘I want you in my bed,’ Zarif admitted with unblemished cool. ‘In return I would ensure that your parents’ financial status is restored to what it was before your brother’s extravagance destroyed their security.’

I want you in my bed. A tingling sensation curled like a tongue of flame low in her pelvis and Ella shifted uneasily on her seat, trying not to imagine what it would be like to share Zarif’s bed. She was fighting her own natural instincts with every second that passed.

‘That’s immoral,’ she declared, half under her breath, unable to resist that reproach. ‘You’re inviting me to sell myself to you.’

‘I’m offering you the only rescue bid you’re likely to receive. It is for you to choose whether or not you will accept my proposition,’ Zarif contradicted, shutting out every protest emanating from his clean-living conservative soul and refusing to listen. One final act of rebellion, he reminded himself doggedly.

‘How long would you envisage this arrangement lasting for?’ Ella prompted, her voice high and tight with strain—for she could barely credit that after three years apart she could even be having such a conversation with him.

‘A year. And for the sake of appearances we will get married,’ Zarif decreed without hesitation.

‘Married?’ Ella exclaimed with ringing incredulity.