LOGIN"That is so— Oh, wow…!" Sara gasped as she noticed the view from the huge picture window behind him for the first time—surely testament to exactly how powerfully attractive she found Simon, because the view from the window was amazing. New York City in all its glory.Sara continued to look at the New York skyline as she slowly walked over to the window, dazzled by the combination of the tall, gleaming buildings and the lush green park."I seem to recall you said you thought of Hamilton Tower as just another tall building blocking the view," Simon reminded her as he joined her at the window.Sara gave a wince at this reminder of the bluntness of her conversation at the party. "I may have been a little…impolite to you at the party on Saturday evening." "May have been?" he taunted softly."I was impolite," she conceded."Any particular reason why…?" "I think you already know why, Simon," Sara glanced sideways at him, totally aware of how close he was now standing to her. Close enough f
With her hair secured at her crown it was now possible to see the slender arch of her delicious throat, with skin as delicate as pale China. It was a delectable delicacy that Simon found himself aching to taste. Presumably that wasn’t completely out of the question, if Sara and Mark really weren’t together.He straightened slowly. "That’s a pity, because the only thing that I’m in the least interested in talking about this evening is your personal life." Those eyes widened warily. "I don’t understand." "No?" Simon found himself watching intently as she moistened those peach-glossed lips before speaking again."I understood from our phone conversation earlier today that you wanted me here at five o’clock so that we could discuss possible new designs for the décor in your apartment." Simon smiled slightly. "I don’t remember so much as mentioning any designs for my apartment during our brief conversation this morning." "Well…no," she conceded slowly, after a few seconds’ thought. "Bu
"Your phone call this morning made it clear you expected me to be here promptly at five o’clock, whether it was convenient or otherwise," she reminded him with barely concealed impatience."Indeed" Simon stood up and moved slowly round his desk to lean back against it as he looked down at her between narrowed lids. "And the fact that you are here would seem to imply that you were no happier than I was on Saturday at the possibility of having a slur cast upon your reputation?" A frown appeared on that smooth alabaster brow. "That’s hardly a fair comparison, Mr Hamilton, when the threats you made to me this morning were in regard to my professional reputation, not my personal one." "I believe the saying is 'payback can be a bitch'?" He gave an unrepentant shrug. This woman had wilfully—deliberately!—played with him on Saturday evening by not revealing her true identity, insulted him to his face and no doubt was highly amused at his expense because of it.Simon had thought about it lon
It was a warmth that was in no way reflected in Sara's incredible brown eyes, and she made no effort to echo her escort’s enthusiasm. "We’ll wish you a good evening, then, Mr Hamilton," His eyes laughed down into hers. "I believe you called me Simon earlier." "Did I?" she dismissed coolly. "How over-familiar of me!" Not familiar enough for Simon. He turned to watch Sara and her escort cross the room to make their excuses to their host before leaving. All without those eyes giving so much as a glance back in his direction. Simon continued to watch the sensuous sway of those curvaceous hips so lovingly outlined in that clinging red gown, and made a silent promise to himself as the doorman closed the door behind Sara's departure.A promise that one day—or night; it didn’t really matter what time it was!— he would hear Sara scream his name as he made love to her. _________Simon sipped his champagne after Sara and Mark left, and didn't know if he should be amused by Sara's dismissal o
Sara wanted to tell Simon Hamilton what he could do with his car! But, even more important than that, she now deeply regretted having invited Mark to accompany her here this evening in the first place. They had met the previous week, at a party similar to this one. Sara had studied him dispassionately, finding that she approved of his blond hair and blue eyes, and the fact that he was tall and appeared healthy.On the basis that she couldn’t just march up to a complete stranger and ask him to be the donor for her IVF baby—once tests had proved he was fertile, of course—Sara had decided it might be better if the two of them got to know each other a little better before she dropped the bombshell on Mark. That was the only reason she had gone to his office early yesterday evening and asked him to be her escort to Senator Ashcroft’s cocktail party tonight.Although Mark seemed to have a very different idea of where their relationship was going… She gave Simon Hamilton a brightly insincere
"Indeed," That green gaze was hard and unyielding. "And do you always form your own opinion of people before you actually get to know them?" She shrugged. "It’s an unwise woman who doesn't pay attention to her… Observations," Just as it was an unwise woman who chose to ignore the fact that Simon Hamilton's voice had hardened in the last few minutes. "No doubt allowing you to decide that there is no smoke without fire…?" Oh, Sara was pretty sure there was a lot of fire when this man chose to turn his lethal charm on a woman. "Not exactly," she dismissed dryly. "I just have eyes and common sense with which to make up my own mind." His nostrils flared. "And yet you had already decided to distrust me, just because something unfortunate had happened yesterday. Something I had no control over." Sara had decided so much more than that! "I know enough to be wary, yes." She said, Simon Hamilton's jaw tightened. "You are not prepared to give me the benefit of the doubt?" "In what way?"
Sinking heavily back onto the bed, her fuzzy brain listed: San Francisco, A formal evening dress, an overnight bag or maybe a weekend or an entire week bag. Be ready to go by one o’clock… Then she was suddenly lurching into panic mode and using her phone to call Megan."Megan, you have to talk to Lou
Staring at him, feeling a sinking sense of confusion assail her, it all suddenly changed to a sense-crawling horror when she realized what they'd done. She spun away in a shaken, horrified need to escape but he stopped her. "Just get back in the car so I can take you home, Vivian" he said. His voice
Vivian stared wide eyed at him. "Me? Why me?" She asked. Scott almost winced. She sounded like the thought of attending a party with him was the worst thing she had ever heard. Did she really dislike him that much? Or was it because he wasn't that Michael guy? What the hell did she even see in him?
"Have you had anything to eat today, Mr McCall" Vivian asked him. He hadn't. The truth was that he'd even forgotten about food. Worried about his sister, and concerned about his mother, he'd focused on work, trying to get rid of the anger and the worry. Not that it had helped much… "I took some coff







