style="font-size:15px;"> ‘I don’t want to be alone with you,’ she snapped, her hands curling into fists. ‘Why would I want that?’
He smiled at her mockingly. ‘I suppose for the same reason as any other woman in your position. Sadly, though, I’ve invited some people I think you should meet. They’ll be good for your business.’
She stared at him mutely, unable to think of anything to say that wouldn’t result in her being fired on the spot.
His gaze shifted from her face to her fists, grey eyes gleaming like polished pewter.
‘Nothing else to say? You disappoint me, Ms Mason! I was hoping for at least one devastating comeback. Okay, I’ll pick you up from your hotel later. Be ready. And don’t worry about thanking me now. You can do that later too.’
‘But I’ve got to pack!’ she called after him, the bottleneck of words in her throat finally bursting.
But it was too late. He’d gone.
Staring after him, Nola felt a trickle of fury run down her spine. Any other woman in your position. How dared he lump her in with all his other wannabe conquests? He was impossible, overbearing and conceited.
But as a hot, swift shiver ran through her body she swore under her breath, for if that was true then why did he still affect her in this way?
Well, it was going to stop now.
Standing up, she stormed across her office and slammed the door.
Breathing out hard, she stared at her shaking hands. It felt good to give way to frustration and anger. But closing a door was easy. She had a horrible feeling that keeping Ram Walker out of her head, even when she was back in Scotland, was going to be a whole lot harder.
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