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I scanned the society pages of the morning edition with a methodical eye.There was no announcement, no discreet notice of an engagement between Dr Liz Forbes and Cary Grant.I frowned. Liz had no reason to lie to me; if she stated she had secured Cary’s agreement to marry her, it was as good as done.So, where was the news?I dialled her number. After the requisite pleasantries, opening with congratulations on her latest paper, ‘Cognitive Reframing in High-Stakes Negotiation’, published in the Journal of Behavioural Psychology, I steered the conversation with deliberate care. We discussed her therapy practice, her parents, and the inevitable lecture circuit her publication would trigger.‘With all those new demands on your time,’ I ventured, ‘I imagine the engagement party will have to wait a while.’‘Indeed,’ Liz confirmed, her tone crisp and efficient. ‘It’s fortuitous we have not set a date. I must first find time to bring Cary home for parental inspection. Only after my mother, in

‘You’ve a seven o’clock dinner with Toby Saltzman of Saltzman Homes,’ I said, consulting my tablet. ‘After that, nothing scheduled for the rest of the evening.’‘You’re to come with me,’ Lochlan said, not looking up from the report he was reviewing.‘Oh, but I thought Kai was supposed to go.’ I checked the schedule again; Kai’s name was clearly pencilled in, not mine.‘He had to leave early. A family emergency.’‘Right.’ I tried to keep my voice neutral.‘Unless you have something planned?’ Lochlan asked, his gaze lifting to study me.‘I…’ I kind of did. Leo had texted, asking me out to dinner. I’d said yes. It was just a friendly thing, a thank-you for the coffee, but still.Lochlan must be a mind reader. ‘A date?’‘Not really, but… well, yes. Sort of. But it’s fine, I’ll cancel.’‘You don’t need to do that.’‘But I will,’ I said, my tone firm.I wasn’t about to abandon my boss right after I’d pledged my undying loyalty and promised to work my arse off for him just this afternoon.‘Ar

The sheer audacity of the threat, delivered right to Lochlan’s face, sent a bolt of pure fury through me.How dare he? And damn Cary for ever getting into bed with this man. I felt a stab of regret for not having my phone’s recording app running; this would have been beautiful evidence for a restraining order, if not an outright arrest.Lochlan, however, didn’t even flinch. He merely looked bored.It was Toby who had the strongest reaction.He’d been drinking impassively and ogling me with a poorly concealed lascivious gaze all evening, but now he coughed, spluttering a fine spray of burgundy onto the pristine tablecloth.‘I swear, Lochlan, I had no idea he was like this,’ he blustered, wiping his chin with a napkin.He then turned on Armond, his face hardening with a sudden, surprising authority. ‘Boy, who in God’s name do you think you’re threatening? Do you have any idea who you’re talking to? You threaten one of his people, and you’ll be praying you still have a roof over your head

I rolled my eyes, holding up a stack of sensible trousers. ‘Portia, it’s a business trip. The purpose is to inspect concrete and review profit margins, not to have a torrid affair. And might I remind you, the general consensus is that the gorgeous billionaire is gay.’‘Pish posh to consensus,’ she retorted, waving a dismissive hand. ‘I have gay friends and Lochlan sure as hell doesn’t look like one. Besides, a little holiday fling is exactly what you need to finally scrub the last of Cary’s residue from your system. It doesn’t have to be a relationship, just a fling, a wild one-week fuck fest. Trust me, you won’t be the first woman to fuck her boss there and then come back as if nothing happened. As they say, what happens in Madeira stays in Madeira.’I shook my head, laughing in spite of myself. ‘You are incorrigible. Now, help me decide which shoes are both professional and capable of walking across a construction site.’She sighed dramatically, but slid off the bed to inspect my opt

Lochlan’s expression was one of pure benevolence. ‘I do not make a habit of assaulting my employees.’In the front seat, Cameron’s shoulder twitched, his lips pressed into a tight line as if he were fighting a losing battle with a smile.I pressed my own lips together, having run out of arguments.I couldn’t very well insist, ‘No, please, boss, I insist you manhandle me, I would prefer it,’ without it sounding like a request from a particularly niche fetish club.I turned to face forward again. It was better to just stop talking.A thick, awkward silence descended, and it clung to the interior of the car all the way until we passed through the resort’s gates.The car climbed higher and deeper into the hills, the road, though remote, was impeccably maintained. It was a testament to the budget, a ribbon of perfect tarmac carved solely to access the most privileged views.The infrastructure was thoughtfully designed, with artfully disguised lighting and landscaping that complemented the a