The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Gwyneth was loving the rush, tearing down the road, when suddenly a black McLaren slipped out in front of her. Thankfully, the other driver was only inching along. Just before the two cars would have collided, Gwyneth whipped her steering wheel, sending her car skidding several dozen yards away in a flawless drift before coming to a stop.

The whole maneuver was so smooth it looked choreographed, but Leonie was nearly scared out of her wits. The McLaren's driver was already swinging his door open.

He stepped out in a black silk shirt, dark tailored slacks, and polished shoes. His features were sharply defined, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. Even through the windshield, Gwyneth could feel his irritation radiating toward her.

Her heart pounded with guilt. If she hadn't reacted so fast, or if he hadn't been driving so slowly, they'd both be lucky to escape a major crash.

"Did you hit him?" Leonie finally found her voice, realizing she'd just cheated death. Her legs felt like jelly.

Gwyneth stayed silent as the man strode over and rapped on their window. She forced herself to stay calm, rolling it down halfway and even flashing him a smile for good measure.

"What the hell were you thinking? Trying to get yourself killed-" The man's words died in his throat the instant he yanked off his glasses and got a look at Gwyneth's face, as if someone had doused him with a bucket of ice water.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to," Gwyneth said, her voice as gentle and sweet as she could muster-which to him, probably sounded like she was trying to charm her way out of trouble.

"Sir, we really didn't mean it," Leonie chimed in, giving her best impression of a helpless damsel. "We just got our licenses and aren't used to the car yet. Please, can you let us off this time?"

The man spoke up, "My name's Connor Kaufman."

Gwyneth blinked in surprise, while Leonie quickly reached out, "Connor, can we go now?"

Connor... why did that name sound so familiar? Leonie wondered, even as Connor stubbed out his cigarette and an amused, almost wicked smile tugged at his lips.

car. In trying to

guess-the car

was in. Even at a glance, she could tell his car was destined

"How about you give me your contact info? I'll

million dollars new. Even with depreciation, the loss was easily over a million. There was no way she could walk away from this

looked her up and down. He'd never seen someone drive a sports car

pay me back," he said, "but since my car's trashed, you'll have to buy me dinner

hardly believe her ears. A car worth a fortune, and he was letting her

could add his info, thrusting her own toward him instead. "Sorry, but my aunt's in

might be

wasn't stupid. Even she could tell

a guy give up that kind

he had another motive. With her uncle out of town, she felt it was her duty to look after

passing glance. Another beauty, but she didn't catch his eye the way Gwyneth did. After years in

women-but Gwyneth was

vel

something else entirely.

heroine-a face like a painting, delicate and graceful, making a man want to protect her at first

Gwyneth. "How about this: you drive me where I need

contact when she tried