other man before leaving.
‘You found out my name.’ She said the first thing that came into her head.
He nodded, a mocking smile lifting the corners of his mouth. ‘Stacy Adams,’ he drawled slowly. ‘Very professional.’
She flushed at his intended mockery. ‘There's nothing professional about it, it happens to be my name,’ she snapped. ‘At least, the name I was given at the orphanage,’ she added resentfully.
He looked unperturbed. ‘How long were you in an orphanage?’
‘All my life, until I was sixteen.’
‘Poor kid,’ he said softly.
Her eyes flashed angrily. ‘I had quite a happy childhood as childhoods go. I certainly don't need your sympathy.’
‘You aren't getting it,’ he retorted hardly. ‘I came over here to tell you you've been reinstated. You still have the part of Kate.’
SHE shook her head disbelievingly. ‘I don't understand. Mr Payne sacked me.’
‘And now he's changed his mind.’
Stacy gave him a sharp look. ‘This is your doing, isn't it? You got him to change his mind.’
He gave a soft laugh. ‘How could I get him to do that? I don't have that sort of influence.’
‘You spoke to Mr Weston, then.’
‘And if I did?’ he watched her through narrowed eyes. ‘You're making it sound as if you'd rather be out of a job.’
‘No, I—— But what about Paul Forbes? He isn't going to like it.’
‘No one's asking him to. Just leave Forbes to me.’
‘But I——’
‘Forget about him, Stacy,’ he ordered abruptly. ‘Just concentrate on playing Kate.’
‘You know my name, but I don't know yours,’ she said almost shyly.
‘It's Jake.’
She frowned. ‘Don't you find that rather confusing?’
‘Not at all. Does my name bother you, because if it does you could always change it. What would you like my name to be?’
Stacy gave a nervous laugh. ‘Stop teasing me!’
‘So who's teasing? What's in a name anyway? My mother named me and you were given yours by some stranger at the orphanage, but who's to say either of us have the right name for us? You can have whatever name you choose. Do you like the name Stacy?’
‘Yes, yes, I do.’
‘So do I,’ he nodded agreement. ‘But I'm not that worried whether I'm called Jake or Harry, or any other name for that matter. You choose.’
She laughed shakily. ‘You're mad! There's nothing wrong with your name, I was just surprised that it was the same as your employer.’
He shrugged. ‘That's something that can't be helped. I'm sure there must be thousands of Jakes in the world, I was bound to meet a few of them.’
‘Okay, okay,’ she laughed, feeling as if they were going round and round in circles. ‘I give in—Jake.’
The intimacy of his gaze deepened. ‘I wish all my women conceded defeat that easily,’ he said softly, almost caressingly.
‘I'm not conceding defeat, and I'm certainly not one of your women!’ she snapped.
‘How old are you, Stacy?’
‘What does that have to do with anything?’
‘Just answer the question.’
‘I'm nineteen,’ she told him resentfully.
‘And I'm exactly twice that,’ he mused. ‘And yet I want you to know that I find you very attractive, very desirable.’
‘You——’ she gulped. ‘You do?’
‘I do,’ he confirmed. ‘Has anyone told you that you look beautiful tonight?’
She was becoming increasingly embarrassed, finding his sudden compliments a little too sudden. ‘It has been mentioned,’ she was deliberately blasé about it.
‘By Matthew Day?’ he probed harshly.
‘How did you——’
‘I'm paid to know things,’ he interrupted. ‘Have you been dating him long?’
‘Didn't your informant tell you that?’ she enquired sweetly.
‘I didn't ask them, I'm asking you.’
‘I've known Matthew for three years.’
‘That doesn't exactly answer my question,’ he said dryly.
‘No,’ she agreed.
‘By that I take it you aren't going to answer it.’
‘You take it right,’ she imitated his American drawl. ‘I don't consider it any of your business.’
‘Not even if I wanted to date you myself?’
‘And do you?’ she challenged.
He let his gaze wander slowly over her body. ‘Oh yes, I think so.’
Stacy blushed scarlet. She had told Juliet that she thought he could have charm, but nothing had prepared her for this blatant approach. ‘I'm very flattered, Jake, but I——’
‘Don't refuse me yet,’ he cut in. ‘Leave it until the end of the evening and see how you feel about me then.’
‘That almost sounds like a warning of intent.’
He raised one dark eyebrow. ‘Only almost?’
She moved nervously, feeling way out of her depth with this man. ‘I—er—I think I should go and find Matthew.’
He took the empty glass out of her hand, those long tapered fingers brushing gently against her skin. ‘No need, I'll go and get you another drink.’
‘That wasn't the reason I wanted him.’
‘Wait there,’ Jake ordered. ‘I won't be long.’
Stacy watched him stride away, aware of a feeling of pride as the female heads turned to watch his progress over to the bar. He was
