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on the ground and Alina’s rather introverted, at times dreamy nature didn’t fit in too well in the busy corporate world.

      Alina’s main source of income came from a restaurant where she waited tables four, sometimes five nights a week. Just before leaving for work last night she had taken a frantic call from a very exclusive agency that Alina had signed on with a few months ago. They rarely called her—Alina, with her rather round shape, didn’t quite fit into their rigid square holes...

      Until they were desperate!

      Alina had blinked in surprise when she’d heard what they had in mind for her. A city hotel had called with an urgent request that a temporary PA position be filled for a very esteemed guest. None of the agency’s preferred staff were available at such short notice, especially as the time frame was vague—a couple of weeks perhaps, possibly a month. Not wanting to pass such a plum opportunity to another agency, they had called Alina.

      ‘Your résumé says that you have had some dealings in real estate?’ Elizabeth, who had first interviewed Alina, had checked.

      ‘I do.’

      Alina hadn’t exactly lied.

      Rather, she just hadn’t specified on her résumé that the sum total of her real estate experience had comprised of helping her mother sell the farm before the bank had foreclosed on it.

      Then Elizabeth had told her that the client she would be working for was none other than Demyan Zukov.

      ‘I take it that you do know who he is.’

      You couldn’t not know who Demyan Zukov was! He actually dined at times at the very elite restaurant where Alina worked, though their paths had never crossed. The last time he had been there she had been home, sick with tonsillitis, and on her return had had to suffer all the staff talking about the very glamorous guest.

      Alina had been very tempted to confess there and then that this role was completely out of her league but the thought of having Demyan listed on the credentials part of her résumé had simply been too irresistible to pass up.

      The agency had ensured the contracts and signatures were rushed through—Elizabeth had even turned up at the restaurant where Alina had been working that night to ensure that the deal was signed off.

      ‘All our clients are important, Alina, but I hope I don’t have to tell you just how important this one is.’

      ‘Of course not,’ Alina had said, but Elizabeth had been too worried to be subtle.

      ‘Are you sure that you’re up to this, Alina?’

      ‘Absolutely.’

      It hadn’t helped that when she’d delivered her assured answer Alina could see the doubt evident in Elizabeth’s eyes.

      You are up to this, she told herself as she stepped out of the taxi and stood for a moment at the entrance to the hotel, trying to will herself calm, watching as elegant men and slim-suited beauties walked by confidently.

      Yes, today had to go well because if it didn’t...

      Alina blew out a breath as she made a promise to herself.

      If this didn’t work out then she was going to quit even trying to survive the corporate world and just hands up admit that it wasn’t for her.

      If only she’d kept to her diet, Alina thought, feeling the bite of her waistband.

      That was the problem with working at the very top-end restaurant at The Rocks—the owner was nice and ensured that all of the staff got a meal from the sumptuous menu on their break.

      Who could say no to that?

      Not Alina.

      She was a country girl at heart and had an appetite to match, yet today she had to play the part of a slick city PA who allowed nothing to faze her.

      Not even the formidable Demyan Zukov.

      Alina could feel sweat on her top lip as she made herself known to Reception and was asked to show her ID.

      ‘One moment, please.’

      Oh, God, Alina thought, she wasn’t even going to get past the receptionist! But a few moments later she returned and handed Alina a card for the elevator that would take her up to the presidential suite.

      Alina actually felt sick as the elevator hurtled her towards the twenty-fourth floor. Worse, though, was when the elevator door opened at its destination and a very beautiful raven-haired, mascara-streaked woman stepped in as Alina stepped out.

      That must have been his date for the night, Alina decided.

      Alina had read more than her fair share of glossy magazines and so she was pretty well versed as to Demyan’s rather decadent lifestyle.

      Or she’d thought she was!

      As Alina walked down the corridor a teary, pale blonde beauty teetered on high heels towards her. Alina could see, though she very quickly diverted her eyes, that the woman’s left breast was exposed.

      Nothing fazes you! Alina reminded herself for the hundredth time, though she was terribly tempted to simply turn tail and run.

      Just act as if you’ve seen it all before, Alina told herself.

      But she hadn’t.

      As she went to ring the doorbell to his suite her hand paused when the door opened and Alina swallowed nervously as she prepared herself to come face to face with the legend that was Demyan Zukov. Instead, it was a gorgeous redhead that stepped into Alina’s line of vision, though the woman barely gave Alina a glance as she swept her way out of the master’s chambers.

      Alina was very used to being looked straight through.

      Nondescript—she had actually heard Elizabeth describe her as that on the phone once.

      It was an asset at times, Elizabeth had assured her as Alina had sat there with cheeks flaming. Some of their clients actually asked for the most nondescript women, Elizabeth had explained, so as not to inflame jealous wives.

      Joy!

      ‘Hello!’ Alina knocked on the open door and waited. When there was no response she wondered if she should step inside or wait to be invited in. Her brief from the agency had stated that she was to arrive at eight.

      Alina glanced at her phone—it was two minutes to.

      ‘Hello!’ Alina knocked and called out again. ‘It’s Alina Ritchie from the agency...’

      Again there was no response.

      Perhaps, given his busy night, he’d overslept, Alina thought, tentatively stepping inside.

      The place was in utter chaos. There were clothes strewn everywhere as well as plates and glasses still wearing the evidence of having once been dressed with the most lavish food and drinks.

      ‘Hello!’ Alina said again, but then her panic mounted and she wondered if she was about to find him dead from his excesses in bed.

      Stop it! she cursed her overactive imagination, but really, with all the evidence to hand and with all that she had read about Demyan, it was a distinct possibility.

      She stood, trying to work out what she should do, but then she almost shot from her skin as a deep, richly accented voice came from behind her.

      ‘Good, you are here.’

      Alina swung around and braced herself—for what, she didn’t really know but the sight that greeted her certainly wasn’t on the list of possibilities that her mind had produced. Demyan might just as well have spent the night being groomed and pampered in the hotel spa to prepare for this moment. Like a beautiful phoenix rising from the ashes, he stood, looking absolutely exquisite, amidst the chaos.

      The angels must have dressed him because his attire was the closest thing to perfection Alina had ever seen—an immaculate dark suit accentuated his tall, lean frame

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