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  ‘It’s none of your business where that blasted skirt is. You can rest assured that you won’t have to be subjected to seeing me wear it again, because I’m here to—’

  ‘That’s a pity.’

  Lucy’s mouth was still open on the unfinished part of her sentence. She blinked as his words sank in. She shook her head. She had to have misheard. Distracted, and hating herself for it, she asked, ‘What did you say?’

  He stood then, and even though he didn’t come towards her she took a step back.

  ‘I said, that’s a pity. You’d be surprised how much of my mental energy that skirt has been taking up. I think I may have been too hasty in my judgement of it.’

  Lucy shook her head again and could feel herself trembling inwardly. She felt as if she were in some twilight zone. What about the Augustine Archers of the world, impeccably groomed to within an inch of their skinny designer lives? Surely he couldn’t really mean that he preferred…? Her mind shut down at that, but the words slipped out and she watched herself as if from a distance as she said faintly, ‘But…it was just a high street skirt that shrank in the wash. I didn’t have time to get a new one. You thought it was inappropriate enough to have me taken to task for it.’

  ‘That was a mistake.’ His eyes flicked down over her body, and Lucy’s flesh tingled as if he’d touched her. Even though she wore perfectly fitting and respectable trousers, a highnecked shirt and a jacket, she felt undressed.

  When his eyes rose to meet hers again she registered the dangerous gleam in their depths. The bubble of unreality burst. Self-preservation was back. The envelope. She held it out now, with a none too steady hand.

  Aristotle looked from her face down to it and then back up. He arched an enquiring brow.

  Lucy stammered, ‘It’s—it’s my letter…of resignation.’

  Ari’s hands clenched. Something surged through his body—a primal need not to let this woman go. No way was she walking out of here. That ruthless feeling was back.

  He shook his head. ‘No, it’s not.’

  ‘Yes, it is,’ Lucy replied automatically, a little perplexed.

  ‘No. It’s not.’

  Anger started to lick upwards as it dawned on Lucy that this wasn’t going to be the quick result she’d hoped for.

  ‘Yes, Mr Levakis, it is. Please accept my resignation with the grace with which it’s tendered.’ She held out the envelope further. ‘I am not available for…extra services outside work, and your behaviour the other night was not acceptable.’

  Lucy’s eyes had turned to a dark slate-grey and they were flashing. There was a resolute tilt to her chin. Ari marvelled that he hadn’t noticed it before now, but this woman had passion oozing from every pore of her tightly held body. She had backbone. Far from fading into the background, as he’d so misguidedly believed her to have done from day one, she’d been there under his nose the whole time. He could see now that her appeal had been working on him subliminally, bringing him to the point he had now reached: the point of no return, unless this woman was with him.

  Ari moved around the desk and perched on the edge, arms still folded. When he saw Lucy’s eyes flick betrayingly down to his thighs he smiled inwardly, and smiled even more when he saw a flush stain her cheeks. How had he ever though of her as plain or unassuming? He ignored her outstretched hand and the white envelope.

  Lucy refused to show how intimidated she was by moving back, but she wanted to—desperately. Her breath was coming in shallow bursts. She felt as if she wanted to reach up and undo the top button of her blouse.

  Aristotle cocked his head and asked enquiringly, with a small frown, ‘Now, exactly what part of the other night would you say was not acceptable?’ He answered himself. ‘The part where I escorted you safely to your door? Or perhaps the part where I accepted the coffee you made me?’

  Lucy’s other hand balled into a fist and she bit out, ‘You know exactly what I’m talking about.’

  His face cleared, the frown disappeared and he said, ‘Ah! You mean the part where I proved just how mutual our attraction is?’

  Chapter Four

  LUCY flushed even hotter, mortified heat drenching her in an upward sweep. Much to her utter humiliation she knew it wasn’t all mortification. Some of it was pure…thrill. This man was doing nothing short of creating a nuclear reaction within her, comprehensively threatening everything she’d protected herself with for years.

  She dropped her outstretched hand without even realising what she was doing and shook her head, finally taking a step back, pretending she wasn’t as affected as she was as if her life depended on it.

  ‘You mean the part where you mauled me? That wasn’t mutual attraction.’

  Immediately he tensed, and his eyes flashed dangerously. Lucy swallowed. She knew she’d just said the worst thing possible. Most bosses in this situation would sense the potential danger of having a sexual harassment suit landed against them and back off. But Aristotle Levakis was not most bosses, and Lucy guessed belatedly that no woman, ever, had accused him of mauling them. Certainly her dreams over the weekend hadn’t been of someone mauling her—quite the opposite, in fact.

  Aristotle stood to his full height, power and pure sexual charisma bouncing off him in affronted waves. He arched a brow, his arms still folded tightly across his chest, the biceps of his arms bunching even through the material of his silk shirt.

  ‘Mauled?’ he repeated softly, dangerously.

  Lucy swallowed again, her throat suddenly as dry as parchment. She nodded, but felt herself curling up inside with humiliation.

  Aristotle came and stood very close Lucy had to tip her head back and look up. She clenched her jaw. He was looking down at her with an expressionless face, those light green eyes glittering. Dark slashes of colour highlighted his cheekbones. He was livid, she recognised, and a flutter of fear came low in her belly, along with another flutter of something much more dangerous.

  He started to walk around her. Lucy held herself rigid.

  From behind her she heard him say, ‘When I put my hands on your waist you didn’t stop me or push me away.’

  ‘I—’ She began, but stopped as the memory of his hands on her waist speared through her. How his fingers had dug into her soft flesh. How she’d wanted them to dig harder.

  ‘Then, when I kissed you, you also didn’t pull away.’ His voice was low and sultry. ‘I know when a woman is enjoying being kissed, moro mou, believe me.’

  He was still behind her, and Lucy was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate. His voice was so hypnotic, resonating with something that pulled on her insides and left her weak.

  ‘I…I…didn’t like it.’

  ‘Liar.’ It came so softly from close behind her head that she jumped minutely, her skin breaking into goosebumps.

  He moved to her side. Lucy fought against closing her eyes and wondered dimly why she just didn’t walk away, but she knew on some level that she was afraid if she moved she might fall down. She stayed rigid.

  ‘You did like it…when my tongue touched yours…when you let me explore the sweetness of that mouth. Did I tell you that I’m fascinated by the gap in your teeth? Right now all I want to do is kiss you again until you’re so boneless in my arms that all I’d have to do is carry you to the couch over there…’

  Lucy’s breath had stopped. Her brain had certainly stopped functioning. The couch was in her peripheral vision, and Aristotle was right in front of her again. For a big man, he moved as silently as a panther.

  She closed her eyes in a childish gesture to block him out, but quickly realised what a mistake that was when he continued, ‘I’d lay you down and remove those glasses and let your hair out of its tight confinement…’

  At that moment Lucy’s head throbbed unmercifully, as if in league with him.

  ‘Then I’d start to undo your buttons, one by one, but I probably wouldn’t be able to resist kissing you again, coaxing you to bite down on me too, so you could feel how I might
taste.’

  The sensation of what it might be like to bite into the sensual curve of his lower lip was shockingly vivid. Lucy was starting to quiver badly now. Her eyes still closed tight, she felt hot and flushed all over, and between her legs…Her mind seized.

  ‘Stop…’ she said threadily. ‘Please…’

  ‘But you see you wouldn’t want me to stop, as your shirt fell apart, baring those gorgeous breasts to my gaze…Is the lace of your bra chafing you now, Lucy? Are your nipples tight and tingling? Aching for my touch? Aching for my mouth? I would take those peaks and suck them into my mouth, hard, until they’re aroused to the point of pain. And then I’d cover your body with mine, so that you could feel how turned-on I am. Even right now I’d lift up your leg and let my hand slide over the silk of your stocking, all the way to the soft pale flesh of your thigh. You’d be moaning softly, willing my hand even higher, to that secret place between your legs where you’re aching for me to find the silk of your pants drenched with desire. You’d beg for me to slide them aside so that I could feel for myself—’

  ‘Stop!’ Lucy’s eyes flew open and in an instant she was jerking away—only realising at the last second that he wasn’t even holding her. He held up his hands to prove the point. Her breath was coming in short, shallow gasps, her breasts felt heavy, their tips tight and tingling, exactly as he’d described, and between her legs seemed to burn a molten pool of something dangerous and unwelcome…It was that that had finally woken her out of this awful, delicious dream.

  But it wasn’t delicious—it wasn’t, she told herself desperately as she looked anywhere but at Aristotle. She felt disorientated, dizzy, as if she could almost believe she had been on that couch. Her upper lip felt moist. Her hands clenched and she realised that she no longer held the envelope. In that instant she saw that it was in one of his hands and he was ripping it in two.

  She put out a hand. ‘Wait! What are you doing?’

  Lucy also realised, along with everything else in that moment, that contrary to her own state of near collapse Aristotle looked cool, calm and collected—a million miles away from the man who had been just whispering in her ear how aroused he was. She was a quivering wreck and he hadn’t even touched her.

  His cool voice cut through her like a knife as she watched him turn on his heel and walk back around his desk. ‘I’m putting this letter of resignation where it belongs—in the bin.’ And he promptly did just that.

  Lucy was a mess, still reeling from the way his voice and words had affected her, and how utterly unaffected he clearly was. He was sitting behind his desk now, for all the world as if nothing had just happened, and as if he was waiting for her to sit and take notes.

  ‘Mr Levakis—’

  His voice was curt. ‘We’ve been through this before. I told you to call me Aristotle. I don’t want to tell you again.’

  Lucy all but exploded. ‘I am resigning. There is nothing you can do or say to stop me. I will not stay and be subjected to the kind of treatment you just…just subjected me to.’

  Aristotle was looking down, flicking through papers, and he said easily, ‘Lucy, I didn’t even have to touch you to turn you on, so when the time comes and I do touch you for real can you imagine how good it’s going to be? Why would you deny yourself that?’

  For a million and one good reasons! Lucy saw red spots dance before her eyes. His words had impacted upon her so deep, and in a place so visceral, she nearly screamed with frustration. But she swallowed it down and said, as coolly and calmly as she could, ‘It’s clear that your arrogance is clouding your ability to assimilate this information. Perhaps it’ll become more clear once I’ve gone. I can send you another copy of my resignation. Good day, Mr Levakis.’

  She turned on her heel and was almost at the door when she heard him, deadly soft. ‘If you walk through that door, Lucy Proctor, you’ll be hearing from my lawyers within the hour.’

  Lucy stopped in her tracks, her hand still in the act of reaching for the doorknob. She turned around slowly and saw that hard green gaze spearing her on the spot. Her stomach felt as if she was in freefall off a huge cliff.

  ‘What are you talking about?’ But dread was already trickling through her as her professional brain went into overdrive and she had a sickening memory of signing that other contract along with the one for her job. She really hadn’t thought this through with her usual clear rationality at all.

  ‘Well, for a start, you’re obliged to give me at least four weeks’ notice, as per your standard work contract, and if you leave before the merger is completed you’ll be sued. It’s quite simple.’

  And utterly devastating…Lucy realised with mounting horror.

  He sat back in his chair. ‘We leave for Athens in a week. You know far too much, and have been privy to all the top secret discussions. Quite apart from that, if you left now you’d be leaving me without an assistant for the most important joining between two Greek companies in years. That is something I will not allow to happen. If it means I have to threaten you with legal action to get you to stay then so be it. I won’t hesitate to use the full force of my power.’

  He sat forward then, and he had never looked so intimidating. ‘Lucy, I don’t think I need to tell you that your career would be comprehensively ruined if you insist on leaving. You could be crippled financially for years.’

  Lucy wasn’t sure how she remained standing. She’d known all this—she’d known. She’d been smart enough to read the fine print of both contracts, and at the time it had given her a sense of security to know that Levakis wouldn’t be able to turn around and get rid of her at a moment’s notice. It was what had given her the confidence to put her mum in that home—the confidence to go to the bank and take out a loan which would assure her mother’s place in that home for at least a year. Lucy had known that as long as she could keep up the payments everything would be secure for the short term, and hopefully for the long-term future.

  But now…if she walked out of here and incurred Aristotle Levakis’ wrath she’d be kissing all that goodbye. She could well imagine the loan from the bank being called in. Losing her job would quickly mean that she’d have no source of income with which to pay for her mum’s accommodation. She’d be back to square one, becoming the primary carer, and without a job that would be impossible.

  She said now, in a small voice, ‘You would do that…’ It wasn’t a question.

  ‘Without a doubt,’ he answered grimly. ‘This merger and this company are too important to me. They are everything.’

  So what am, I then? Lucy wondered a little wildly. Just a convenient plaything because you happen to be bored with all the usual sycophants?

  He stood again then, but Lucy was in too much shock and distress to move as he came closer, hands in his pockets. He looked smug. He knew he had her effectively trapped. Suddenly she longed to have no responsibilities, so she could just disappear. But she did, and she couldn’t.

  He stopped a few feet away and looked at her. Her world had been reduced to this room, this man and those eyes. And that voice.

  ‘Lucy, I don’t want to be ruthless about this, and I certainly don’t relish the thought of taking action against you. I want the merger, yes, and I’ll do whatever I need to to protect it and make it happen. But I also want you, and I will do whatever I need to in order to make that happen too.’

  Lucy shook her head dumbly, even now fighting. It made something in Aristotle’s eyes flash dangerously. She had thought that someone like him would give up when faced with obstinate resistance, although that assertion was now fast losing ground. She had to acknowledge that he’d most likely rarely, if ever, faced resistance from any woman.

  ‘You’ve made it quite clear that it is impossible for me to leave.’

  That was the understatement of the year. Her conscience mocked her. She should have realised all this at the weekend, but he’d had her head in such a tizzy all she’d been able to think of was getting away from him. She realised now that
if she had thought it through she could have done her best to keep him at arm’s length for the duration of the merger and then given her notice—instead of these dramatics, which were so unlike her.

  ‘I’ll stay for the merger and then I’ll be giving you my notice.’

  She would just have to worry about her mother when that happened. She hated the fact that she wasn’t strong enough to try and stay and resist this man indefinitely.

  Aristotle just looked at her for a long, heated moment. Lucy saw a muscle throb in his temple and it made her insides quiver like jelly. He reached out a hand and cupped her jaw. Shock and instant heat paralysed her at his touch.

  ‘Say what you want, Lucy, if it makes you feel better, but know this: we will be lovers. It’s as inevitable as the inclement English weather. There’s something raw and singularly powerful between us and I’ve no intention of letting you go—either in the boardroom or in the bedroom.’

  Lucy swallowed painfully. His hand still cupped her jaw, his thumb moving lazily against the sensitive skin under her chin. One thing was certain: if, in some parallel universe, she actually gave in to this man, she had no doubt that far from being given the luxury of giving notice he’d be the one saying goodbye—and so fast that her head would be spinning. Something like four weeks’ notice would be reduced to a mocking sham of a professional nicety.

  She hated the fact that it was the thought of that right now that made her feel more vulnerable than even the prospect of the battle to come. One other thing was sure: with every bone and last breath in her body she would resist the seduction of this man. Yet, she had to ask herself inwardly, for someone who prided herself on being frigid, why did it suddenly seem like such an uphill struggle?

  A week later.

  Lucy sat opposite Aristotle on his private jet as it winged its way to Athens from a stormy London. She could almost believe for a moment that she’d imagined what had happened in his office last week, when he’d declared so implacably that he was determined to have her in his bed.