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Absurdly, that plaintive question sent an arrow of guilt through me. Theos mou. What the hell was going on? Was it Upside Down Day? I downed half my drink, hoping the alcohol would burn through the fog.
The hope was in vain. So I approached until we stood half a dozen feet apart. ‘Fine. Humour me. How would you propose we “put our heads together”?’
‘Well, I was thinking that if you wouldn’t mind telling me the circumstances behind your needing to use the Phoenix Clinic the first time around—’
‘No, I would not. Next scenario.’
She hesitated, the tip of her pink tongue darting out to wet her lower lip. This time the punch in my gut was purely carnal. Ravenous. Demanding. Lustful.
For this woman? Christos, the world had truly turned upside down!
‘Okay. If you’re in a position to deposit another sample, perhaps I could contribute financially towards the future storage?’
Bitterness and bleakness lanced me in equal spikes. ‘You don’t look as if you can afford decent attire, let alone the fees of a clinic that charges upward of six figures. Do you have secret access to a gold mine, Sadie Preston? Or clairvoyant insight to the next set of lottery numbers?’
Her eyes flashed. ‘Has anyone ever told you it’s a mistake to judge a book by its cover?’
‘If I am misjudging you, I’ll consider rendering you an apology. Am I?’
She managed to hold my gaze for all of three seconds before her eyes dropped. Against her smooth cheeks, her long, unadorned eyelashes fanned in a seductive curl, highlighting her delicate eyelids. The combination of delicate, defiant and alluring made me grip my glass harder. But, more than that, I wanted her to lift her gaze, to show me those hypnotic green pools once again.
When she did, my breath caught.
I was attracted to her.
This woman, who’d brought me news of an apocalyptic kind, had awakened a libido grown so jaded I’d set it on the back burner in favour of pursuing even more success in the challenging boardrooms of Xenakis Aeronautics.
Was it the heightened bleakness of it all triggering this? And why was I wasting time deciphering it when I had no intention of following through on it?
‘No, you’re not wrong. I can’t afford to foot the bill now. But perhaps we can come to an agreement?’
Here it comes. The age-old proposition.
The idea that she
would offer herself to me on a platter drew deep disappointment. Enough to make me down the rest of my drink in abject resignation.
‘Enlighten me about this agreement.’
‘I’m two semesters away from completing a marketing degree. I’ve been top of my class every year. I can maybe work for your company from when I’m done? Pay you back that way?’
Surprise jolted me, followed by the familiar echo of wanting something because I’d been denied it. Had I wanted her on a platter? More specifically in my bed?
Yes!
I ignored the blaring affirmation, concentrated on what she’d said. So she wasn’t just a simple receptionist.
The determination stamped across her face almost made me believe her. Almost. For all I knew she was just spinning tales. Just as Anneka had spun lies around our relationship until an unguarded phone conversation had revealed the depths of her deplorable nature and the lengths she’d been prepared to go to ensure she received an unrivalled payday.
‘How old are you?’
The mutinous look that crossed her face said she was debating not answering. Perhaps suggesting I mind my own business. But she realised very quickly that the question pertained to the proposal she was making.
‘I’m twenty-five,’ she offered, with clear reluctance.
‘Most twenty-five-year-olds are done with their education.’
‘My circumstances are different. I had to interrupt my education for personal reasons.’
