A wave of sickness and revulsion washed over her.She wished she hadn’t asked.Just when she thought her father couldn’t disgust her more, he plumbed new depths.He’d put her out to be covered by a stallion for no better reason than to build his breeding program at the stables with a possible eye on succession-planning for a future in which Conor Murphy would head up his vile business empire.
“That’s a heavy sigh,” Conor remarked.
“I’m surprised you care.”
“I am too,” Conor admitted with an amused a tug at one corner of his ridiculously attractive mouth.
“If you must know, I was thinking that one day it’s possible you could take over for my father.”
“As ambassador of Kasiki?I hardly think that’s the role for an Irishman.”
“I mean, you have the same ability as my father to switch on the charm and turn it off just as fast.”
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll walk out of this deal if you continue to bait me?”
Hearing the sharp exchange, the ambassador turned to shoot a look at Conor that plainly said:Good work.Keep it up.
What was she doing?If Conor walked, all chance of escape would be lost.Trapped in the embassy, the most she could do was maybe help one or two women a year find freedom.As Conor’s wife, she’d surely have funds and transportation available.It shouldn’t be beyond her ability to turn that to her advantage.Marrying Conor was the best and perhaps only chance she’d ever have to bring her father’s empire to its knees.It was time to play nice with Conor Murphy.
