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A composed smile managed to surface on her pursed lips. “I would like to know why I have not been consulted on this.”
Needless to say, the ‘request’ of a Duke meant order, in reality.
“The Duke claimed a kind of hurry in this, my dear.” He smiled paternally.
What the insufferable Duke wan
ted was to take her out of her job and manipulate her to his own ends. She formed no illusions on this.
“Lord Wingfield told me of your outstanding accomplishments.” The Duke himself uttered in that tone she would never be able to resist. Said accomplishments he witnessed himself.
“And he said it will be perfect to what he has in mind.”
She knew perfectly well what he had in mind.
Ogling him combatant, she received a pleasant side-smile.
“So you work for him now.” The older man inserted.
The deuce she did!
“It will be an honour, Your Grace.” She tilted her head graciously to hide the volcano exploding inside her.
* * *
He was in for a titanic war of wills for sure, Romulus mused as he led her to his carriage. And it started pretty soon.
“What do you think you are doing?” She asked after they sat inside, annoyance all over her.
“It is rather clear, is it not?” He devolved keeping a casual stance. “I am bringing a new talent to my team.”
“I do not believe this nonsense for a single second!”
Smart as she was, she would not, of course. He did not want her risking her life just to be a pawn for those smug lords in the office. She must conceive herself as worth more than this.
“You are in your right, evidently.” He shrugged, inwardly planning his strategy to go through this.
“I refuse to work for you.” Her high chin spoke of determination.
“The contract you signed with them obliges you to three months’ notice.”
“Not if I change organizations.” She insisted.
“It does not specify this which means I can claim it.” Altercations with her proved to be… stimulating.
“You are delusional if you think I will abide by that.” Expression closed, she did not give any sign of acquiescing.
“Breaking the contract has consequences.” What did it say about him that he wanted her even when she confronted him like that?
“Which are…?” Her beautiful lips curled, her delectable body demurely clad, her neck showing with her high chin. The woman was a goddess.
“A considerable sum of money.” He informed matter-of-factly.
“I will pay.”
“You cannot afford it.”
“I will sign promissory notes.”
