after weeks of depression, he'd desperately wanted to believe that they could salvage their marriage.
As the forgotten child of an impulsive celebrity union, he'd promised himself that he would not repeat the cycle of divorce and remarriage that characterized his parents, and which had already spread to his three younger half siblings. Even the youngest, Valetta, had a broken marriage under her belt.
Driven by that promise, he'd kept trying to glue together his andBonnie's shattered relationship. He'd even letTaylorgo without a single touch, stifling the hungry need her presence always aroused.
But even his most precious vows had a breaking point - he hated Bonnie for teaching him that lesson.
The final straw had come the day she'd flaunted her faithlessness, meeting her newest lover in a place haunted by the paparazzi. That humiliating betrayal had forever severed any remaining loyalty he'd had toward the girl he'd married, and he'd immediately filed for divorce.
He still remembered her reaction.
"Oh please," she'd mocked, cocktail in hand. It had been barely10:00 a.m."As if you've been faithful."
The tragedy was,he had. The only infidelity he could be accused of was of the mind. In his bleakest moments, he hadn't been able to stop thinking aboutTaylor, but he would've never touched her while a wedding band encircled his finger. Never . She deserved better than that.
After he'd walked out on Bonnie, a cautious hope had taken root in his heart. Once the divorce was final, he'd intended to seek outTaylorand see if someone so young and untouched could find something to love in him.
Then all of his dreams had crumbled to dust.Bonnie's death hadn't shocked him; she'd been trying to kill herself for years. It was discovering the murder of his child that had destroyed his hope. He'd been bleeding too badly to do anything but merely function.
Taylor's voice broke into the nightmarish memories. "I mean, Bonnie had beauty, talent, wealth and you.
What was missing in her life?"
Jackson's heart slammed hard into his rib cage at her befuddled tone. "Maybe I'm not such a prize."
"I know you're incredibly loyal and generous. Your protectiveness might annoy your wife but she'd know it sprang from deep caring. That would make it bearable."
Her naive belief in his goodness rocked him to the deepest recesses of his misbegotten soul. "I wish you were a reporter." They'd savaged him afterBonnie's last affair, taken his humiliation and broadcast it to the world. JacksonSantorini's private pain sold a lot of papers.
When Bonnie had overdosed, they'd turned on him again, like a pack of wild dogs, vicious and unfeeling. But, they'd done such a good job the first time around, he couldn't give them any more rage or any more anguish.
"Plus, you're gorgeous."Taylorwondered what she was doing. Her words were true. What was also true was that she could never deliver on the promise implied in the flirtatious tone. And even if she could have, she was nowhere nearJackson's league. The man was linked with superstar actresses whose beauty shone from the silver screen and glittered on red carpets.
Just last week, she'd read an article where a titian-haired actress had stated that the reclusive head of Santorini Studios was her dream man. Though the megastar couldn't understand why such an important man chose to live in so small a country, it made him all the more interesting to her. All the more desirable.
"I don't think anyone would describe me as gorgeous."Jackson's response was dry. "But thank you."
She scowled. "You're not pretty, not like the actors. There's nothing soft about you. Your face is strong, interesting ... gorgeous." She wasn't going to back down. Just like the world-famous actress, dark-eyed, dark-haired JacksonSantorini was her dream man.
Some people might say that he was a little too muscular, but onJackson, the bulk looked good. Very, very good. She wanted to reach over and squeeze one of those taut arm muscles to see if there was any give at all. Then she wanted to bite down on that firm, golden flesh.
And therein lay her problem.
Jacksonhad been the best employer she'd ever had. The most demanding but also the most appreciative.
A permanent job with him would've been perfect ... if she hadn't stupidly gone and fallen in lust with her married boss.
Until she'd met him, she'd thought of lust as something frightening and dirty. Given her childhood, she knew that was understandable. But, the moment she'd seen JacksonSantorini in the flesh, it had hit her like a thunderbolt. She'd been flabbergasted, having no idea what to do about the