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She could hardly quote the glossies to hile when there wasn’t one?
Paying the taxi driver, she stared upwards at the impressive tower before her, scarcely able to believe she was really here Catching sight of her reflection in a glass , A to accelerate her hair-drying and, glancing down at her watch, she wished for the umpteenth ti—anything other than what she earing That she could greet this deod if not on his level at least in smart clothes
Maybe it would work in her favour, A her ID at an iht have been Clara Mark Two and being shown to a lift out of sight of the entlee body builder and didn’t even atteround as the lift soared to the heavens, towards the very man himself
‘Miss Jacobs?’
Yet another clone of Clara was greeting her, but this one introduced herself as Katy, rouged smile firmly in place Even with a few mils of Botox injected into her forehead this one couldn’t quite hide her surprise at the scruffy-looking woman who had appeared in the office
‘Mr Mason’s ready for you I’ll just let hi up the phone, she spoke in low soothing tones, clearly for Vaughan’s ears only ‘Well, if you’re sure,’ she soothed, purring into the phone ‘In that case I’ll see you in Melbourne next Friday Have a safe flight’ She turned her gaze to Aht in’
‘Thank you’ A blasé, but nerves finally caught up ‘Could I just use the powder room first?’
‘Of course’
Even the powder rooeous: white marble everywhere, pump-action soap that was actually full, expensive e in Amelia’s present state Still, she turned on the hand-dryer full blast and attempted to dry her hair, but to no avail—the heavy waft of lavender as the dryerto soothe Amelia now! She’d just have to put on her best smile and hope for the best…
Walking back into Reception, A on her jacket, clearly reluctant to leave her boss in anyone’s hands but her own Knocking on the door, Aht confident smile and pushed back her shoulders—not quite as ready as she’d have liked for the biggest moment of her career, but excited all the same
‘Mr Mason? I’m Amelia Jacobs…’ She strode confidently forward, just as she had rehearsed during the taxi ride, hand outstretched Her eyes scanned the roo off as her footsteps did the sareeted her
Vaughan Mason—business tycoon, eternally vigilant man of stealth—lay asleep on the jade leather couch
Asleep
And whathe looked
Dark lashes fanned the even darker rims under his eyes; razor-sharp cheekbones emphasised the hollows of his face His unshaven chin was for once not set in stone, and that cruel, full htly parted His tie was askew, shifted to one side, and the botto its way out of an expensively belted waistband
She was assailed with the iven the circumstance, and felt an alht a work of art finally witnessed first hand—to feel the scratch of his stubble beneath her fingers, the cool marble of his skin His beauty truly daunted her Not a blemish marred his skin The only fault, if you could call it that, was the too severe, al somehow, as if sos with a charcoaled thumb poised ready to blend them in further the moment she left
Ae to lean over and press her ainst his, to feel those full lips under hers, to sneak a kiss when no one was looking, cliinary thick red ropes that separated art frons that said ‘Do Not Touch’ And though she never would have dared, never in aon a cliff face and wanting to ju it would prove fatal, but filled with a yearning all the same to throw caution to the wind and follow natural instincts