The Forbidden Mistress
Chapter One
OLIVER was standing staring out of the long plate-glass windows of his fourteenth-storey office
when the intercom on the desk behind him emitted a low buzz.
Sighing, he turned away from the view of the rain-wet Newcastle streets and strode across the
wide expanse of dark blue broadloom to depress the button that connected him with his
secretary next door. "Yes?" he said shortly, not welcoming the interruption, and Mrs Clements
cleared her throat before replying.
"It's your brother, Mr Ferreira," she said, momentarily stunning him into silence. "I told him you
were busy, but he insists that you'll see him." She paused. "Will you?"
Oliver was still getting over the fact that his brother had had the nerve to come here when he
heard the altercation in the outer office. Thomas Ferreira would resent being subjected to any
delay and a moment later Oliver's door swung wide. A tall broad-shouldered man stood
belligerently on the threshold with the diminutive figure of Mrs Clements hovering anxiously
behind.
"What the hell is this?" he demanded, his fair good-looki ... read full excerpt from: The Forbidden Mistress ebook
