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corner of his mouth curved slightly before it set again
in its impassive, unreadable line.
    “Very well. I have a
meeting scheduled tomorrow at one o’ clock with Charlie and the business heads.
Please attend and take the minutes. I’ll need them for tomorrow evening,” he
said as my heart sank. Why did it have to be on Friday? Bloody
typical.
    “I’m
sorry, I have a half day holiday booked for tomorrow afternoon,” I said as he
quirked an eyebrow at me. “If I could change it I would, but I can’t, Sir,” I uttered
regretfully as he nodded curtly.
    “That
will be all, Jessica,” he said brusquely as I left his office, totally deflated
and no better off than I had been before. At least he’d offered me a chance,
but there was no way I could work tomorrow afternoon. I slumped back in my
chair and glanced across at Melody who was silently smirking to herself. Bitch.
    He
was in the office again on Friday morning. Laid in bed last night an idea had
come to me, so I knocked on his office door, entering on his command. “I
thought you could use this for your meeting, Sir, and I’ll type the minutes
from the recording,” I said, handing him the device I’d been using to improve
my typing and dictation skills as part of my training.
    “Thank
you. Melody will type the minutes,” he said, slowly looking up at me. As our
gazes locked it was so intense I felt like could see right through me, read my
thoughts. It unnerved me. Recording the meeting hadn’t been the only thought
featuring Lucas Hunter that I’d had in my bed last night, feeling my cheeks
heat under that burning gaze.
    In
total contrast, I had absolutely no idea what the man was thinking. He was
impossible to read and said nothing else until I was almost at the door. “Enjoy
your afternoon off, Jessica,” he smiled gently before returning to his work and
I returned to twiddling my thumbs.
    I
considered offering him a tea or a coffee halfway through the morning, but I’d
noticed maintenance taking one of those huge, sleek machines into his office.
He wasn’t the kind of man you just disturbed on a whim and I decided to sit
tight, assuming if he wanted one that he’d let me know.   I glanced continually over to his office,
despite the fact that the shades were drawn. It was like a draw, a strange magnetic
force, and I began to realise that working under my blue-eyed thunderbolt could
have its drawbacks.
      Melody was out and at ten thirty five, Lucas’s
fearsome looking eleven-o’-clock appointment entered the office. Within five minutes
he was pacing the floor impatiently, stopping in front of my desk, eyes so dark
they were almost black as he stared at me.
    “How
long will he be?” he asked in a powerful deep voice laced with a thick Russian
accent, so physically foreboding that I could feel myself shrinking into my
seat.
    There
was a huge tattoo on the side of his neck, a black spider that seemed to crawl
menacingly from the collar of his shirt and I shuddered involuntarily. The
smirk on his face betrayed the fact that he knew what I was thinking and I
imagined it was a reaction he was used to. He looked me over, his gaze so
penetrating it actually felt like he was mentally undressing me and deciding
what he’d do with me. He was just staring and it was making me nervous, so much
so that I even hoped Melody would hurry back.
    He
wasn’t the kind of man you wanted to be alone with, although I was certain that
she would sacrifice me to save herself, if this turned ugly. This man was so
menacing that it didn’t seem beyond the realms of possibility right now.
      “I understood your appointment was at eleven,
Sir. Mr Hunter is currently busy,” I said, refraining from pointing out that he
was actually twenty minutes early. He didn’t move.
    “I
didn’t ask you that. I asked how long he would be,” he snapped icily as my eyes
flew open in shock. I tried to recover quickly, deciding that if he was going
to be rude, I would make it my