Mistress To Married Man...No Way!

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rinding her teeth right down if she kept thinking of Bobby Hewson and his blithe assumption they

ve let Bobby play her along with promises for three years, but she was not going to be used for his extra-marital pleasure. She’d seen what

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eded to lay a serviette on the small metal drinks tray, which extended from the wide armrest of the f

ployers, Miranda thought, and hoped the drink might hel

she remarked, “I just noticed the book in y

he wilderness resort. A history of the place and the family who owned it might be dry reading, but mandatory in the circumstances, and the best us

ding to plumb the interest bein

lace in the Kimberly, owned and run by the cattle Kings. Now that they’ve opened up the wildernes

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ll. “Too expensive. A group of us stayed thr

of accommodation to be managed, Miranda reminded herself—a far cry from a

s worth the trip?” s

around there were filled with them. And we swam in a gorgeous turquoise

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“Don’t miss the Aboriginal carvings

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d as the hostess moved off. Its only appeal to her at the present m

but it would have only happened now if she’d also stayed sweet with Bobby. He’d made that clear, offering steps up the managerial ladder as a persuader t

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aper was more than enough proof to Miranda that B

ed up believing was his threat to stop her getting a decent position anywhere else if sh

victimisation. It was a one-off resort complex, not linked to

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ess over Bobby’s sleazy propositions and manipulations. “I am comple

didn’t care how different the environment was, what problems she’d have to cope with. Her strong s

nd twenty thousand square kilometres, stretching from the seaport of Broome on the high west coast of Australia to the border of the Northern Ter

blessed assurance in her mind, Miranda turned. the page and began reading, acutely a