! Christian was right. Don’t touch me.
“Actually, I can’t this evening.” Or any other evening,
Jack.
“Just a quick one?” he coaxes.
“No, I can’t. But thank you.”
Jack sits on the end of my desk and frowns. Alarm
bells sound loudly in my head. I am on my own in the
office. I cannot lea一ve. I glance nervously at the clock.
Another five minutes before Christian is due.
“Ana, I think we make a great team. I’m sorry that I
couldn’t pull off this New York trip. It won’t be the same
without you.”
I’m sure it won’t. I smile weakly up at him, because I
I’m sure it won’t. I smile weakly up at him, because I
can’t think of what to say. And for the first time all day, I
feel the tiniest hint of relief that I am not going.
“So, did you ha一ve a good weekend?” he asks
smoothly.
“Yes, thanks.” Where is he going with this?
“See your boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
“What does he do?”
Owns your ass . . . “He’s in business.”
“That’s interesting. What kind of business?”
“Oh, he has his fingers in all sorts of pies.”