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‘I’m sorry, miss,’ he said His eyes didn’t meet hers, his body didn’t touch hers—he just stood there, blocking her way Letting Theo Theakis get away from her and stride off with total and co from her that was not his to take and had kept it

Her self-control was at breaking point She could feel it snapping like a dry twig beneath her high heels She felt her hand arch up, gripping the soft leather clutch bag she was holding like soshot, and with every ounce of muscle in her ar past her, walking out on her Totally stonewalling her

‘Speak to me, you bastard! Damn well speak to me!’

The handbag bounced off one of the suits’ shoulders, falling to the ground The bodyguard in front of her caught her arm, too late to stop her ihly, but with the strength his profession required of him

‘None of that, please,’ he said, and there was a slight grilance of vicious satisfaction, he hadn’t expected a ‘nice young Englishwoeous fashion

Not that it had done her the slightest good at all The entourage just kept going—hastened, even Though the e his pace by a centi and disappeared into the sleek black lione

You swine, thought Vicky, tre all over You absolute, total swine

She had never, ever hated him so much as at that moment

Theo let his gaze rest silently, i that had been placed in front of him He was at breakfast in his London apartment, and on the other side of the table his private secretary stood, uneasily waiting for his eood, De about his private life getting into the press—which was ironic, really, since the life he led h they could never get much information on him at all

Theo Theakis ed his privacy ruthlessly Even when the press could s beneath the expensive surface of his tycoon’s existence, Theo would reo, when ru wasps about just why his apparently unexceptional e had proved so exceptionally brief, the press had been hot on his tail But, as usual, they’d got absolutely nothing beyond the bland statement issued at Theo Theakis’s curt instruction Which was exactly why, De heart, the tabloid fro had been taken had snapped up this latest little morsel

He stood noatching and waiting for his employer’s reaction He wouldn’t show much, Demetrious knew, but he are that the mask of irateful for it Without the mask he would probably have been blasted to stone already by now

For a few seconds there was silence At least, thought Deo with the newspaper article What had happened yesterday in Theakis HQ would have made a photo opportunity for any paparazzi to die for As it was, it was nothing raphs, laced with speculation, about just what had caused the for at hi name The journalist in question had tearaph fro svelte in a tux, walking into solish, couture-dressed woman on his arm Her expression was as impassive as his employer’s was now

But she certainly hadn’t been ilee hich the brief, gossipy article had been written up

Theo Theakis’s eyes snapped up

‘Find out who talked to these parasites and then sack them,’ he said