Chapter 8

"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.

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