By all rights he ought to be furious at her deception, but she looked so utterly ashamed and downright terrified that she raised every one of his protective instincts instead, and other things besides. This pretty little thing was not Maddison Wood, but she had to be related. She had the same almond shaped eyes that had first captivated him when he'd met Maddy at a BDSM club in Montreal several years ago now. Back then she'd just been finding her feet in the model industry, and he'd had fun showing her the ropes, so to speak. A few well-placed phone calls had given the young Maddy a much needed boost, and that had been his responsibilities taken care of. He'd been surprised when her agent had put her forward for this photo shoot. She was not the body shape he'd been looking for, but this young woman was, and she had the same vulnerability that had first drawn him to a young Maddy. "I'm sorry, I told her this would never work." He almost didn't catch the breathy whisper, so low was her voice, and he gave in to instinct and cupped her chin to force her to look at him.
