Weruche didn't dare to look up, but she could feel him so close to her. His voice was silky when he spoke, but he did nothing to veil the threat in it. ''I think we both know I can make you do anything I want little Weruche,'' he whispered into her ear. ''And it has nothing to do with the police.''Weruche drew a shaky breath. ''Is that why you brought me here? To intimidate me? Because believe me, I didn't have to be in this impressive building, or get flown in a private jet for the first time in my life, or chauffeur driven in a limo. I didn't need new clothes or a nice hairstyle -''His eyes shut up to her hair. He inclined his head. ''It suits you.''She shook her head, without still looking up. ''I didn't need all this to get intimidated, I was already intimidated by you in the club that night.'' She finished in a tiny voice that was barely audible even to her ears. ''I was intimidated the moment you decided to let me steal your watch.'' She raised her eyes then, and there was a

Karis couldn't sleep. Her scent was everywhere, wherever he turned, he could almost see her, innocent, trusting, yet a siren. She was the embodiment of a paradox, he had thought he was going to hurt her by breaking off what could never be even before it started -- but then she had pre-empted him, as he had lain beside her, blabbing like a school child about what they had just had. A one night stand, that had been neat, uncomplicated, what adults in their situation were to call it, but he had heard the hurt in her voice, and hated that he was the reason for it. He needed to stay away from her, for her own good, as well as for his. She was no match for his family, some street girl who was the daughter of a local gangster. He didn't want her to get drawn into the politics that was his family, the controlling ways of his father. He had watched his father make or break several people simply because he felt it would get him a re-election, or add more money to the unmeasurable wealth h

Karis had not been discreet about his decision to start a fashion house, and that evening, as he walked into his room, his cell phone rang and he was invited by none other than the renowned Madame Rousseau to attend a evénémenet de mode in Paris, only could he fly in tomorrow and register his brand as it was coming as a surprise to the organizers that Monsieur should be interested in fashion. He was already planning immediately the call ended. Of course he was going to go. They had done him a great cutesy by inviting him, even though it was a fashion and cultural fair, only the most prestigious got invited. Karis could hardly tell why he was qualified for the position. In the business world, yes he was a force to be reckoned with, but this was fashion, and he was only just learning. He intended to do just that tomorrow -- learn. He didn't have any particular reason why he didn't tell Weruche that he was flying out to Paris, but he didn't. Showered, dressed and carrying a light bag

The days that went by were passably tolerable. Mrs. Fisher did not intrude on her privacy again, and Weruche enjoyed the longest time she had ever had for leisure -- then out of the blue, she got a visitor.She had been dancing alone to Johnny Drille's 'count on you' when the doorbell rang, already feeling at home in Karis's house, she opened the door. What she saw in front of her left her speechless and shaking with fright.The little man who stood in front of the door gently pushed it further open, and stepped inside. His eyes scanned the living room quickly, then went over her at a more leisurely pace, takin in her sleep - tousled hair, Karis's shirt that she was wearing, and her very brief shorts. 'Hello Weruche.'It had only been two words, words that could be mistaken as a greeting by any other person, but not Weruche. She read through to the lewd suggestiveness packed in those two words -- and to the threat.She had forgotten his name, but she could well remember him as one of

He had not expected to want her this much. To feel the blood pounding in his veins as he stood in front of her in the sitting room. She was wearing another one of his shirts, and from the look of things, nothing beneath. He watched a blush rise up her high cheeks.'Karis! -- I didn't know -- welcome, how was your trip?'Karis stepped closer and tried not to feel victorious when she stepped back. He affected her -- but then, that was not new. He wanted to know if she was more attracted to his money, or whatever information it was she had been sent to steal from him, than she was attracted to him. He stepped even closer, and brushed the back of his hand down her face, across her lips, making her shiver.'Have you missed me? Or has my absence given you more opportunity to steal from me.''Steal from you?' Her head that had been slightly bowed snapped up, so that Weruche found herself staring into the same expressive eyes that always held her spell bound. Beyond the mockery in them, the p