Her Collateral Bride: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

few more minutes. It brought her so much pleasure that she

didn’t even try to lie to herself that she wasn’t feeling an

immense amount of satisfaction at what she was doing. After

eleven years, her time had finally come.

“You’re thirty-eight, Robert. Three years older than I am.

So, so young to have your whole life ruined by a few mistakes.

I’m willing to give you another chance. I know no one is going

to lend you money. I’ve already asked around.”

Robert had lowered himself back into the chair after his first

outburst, but now he looked like he wanted to explode out of it

a second time. Jenny vibrated with distrust from the corner. It

would be a lovely, fine day for her if she was allowed to break

the bastard’s arm, but Claire had other plans for Robert. She

didn’t just want his arm. She wanted all of him.

“You made it so they wouldn’t lend to me,” he snapped,

spittle forming at the corners of his mouth. Years of drinking

and hard living had turned his complexion a florid shade.

Right now, he was scarlet with anger, but the flush never quite

left his cheeks. In another lifetime, Claire had once thought

Robert was handsome, in the impassive sort of way that she

looked at men she wasn’t interested in, because she’d never

been interested in men that way.

“I did nothing of the sort. I don’t care that much for your

enterprise that I would go out of my way to ruin your life.

You’re so capable of doing it all on your own, and letting you

know that this is entirely on you, that no one else is to blame

for it, is the sweetest part of all.” Claire savoured her victory.

She loved the way Robert’s eyes nearly bugged out of his

head. She was just getting to the good part and already he

looked like he was going to drop dead of a heart attack on the