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       CHAPTER TWO

      I DELIVER MY speech to the room and my words flow. I’ve rehearsed them a zillion times over and could do it in my sleep. Which is a good job, considering my attention is off the product and on the dark corner of the room where I know he waits. Listening…

      I can feel his intense stare, his hunger. It was there in his touch, in his eyes that burned into my back all the way to the podium, and it’s still there, fuelling my own.

      The audience is enraptured. I’ve been reeling them in for the last twenty minutes. But still my mouth dries with anticipation. For him.

      I pause to sip some champagne, my smile sweeping the entire audience before coming back to him. I need this to be sated. Before it consumes my every thought, drives my every action.

      I raise my glass and offer a toast to the future. It’s an excuse to loosen my vocal cords further, before I leave the stage and do what’s expected of me—circulate the room.

      Most people I’ve spoken to already. But now it’s about verbally agreeing to meetings and having my PA follow them up. Sealing their interest.

      I know he will be on that list of interested parties. I owe it to my product.

      It won’t sit well with my family, but I’ll deal with that as I do any business dealing—with professionalism. My parents can’t fault me for that, and whatever deal I sign will buy them out. It’s money back in their pocket and the business wholly my own. It’s what I’ve dreamed of for so long. And if that money comes from a deal with Lucas, so be it.

       Yeah, and what about Nate?

      I bury the instinctive snort. I’m sick of him getting a free ride. I love him. I do. But I’m almost certain that whatever happened five years ago had more to do with him than the tale I’ve been given: that Lucas simply ran when the going got tough, leaving Nate and my father to clean up the mess.

       But what about what he did to you? What about your heart?

      Now my tummy turns over. My heart has no place in this. Not any more. I will consider his business offer, but as for the unvoiced part of his proposition…

      I find him in the room. He leans against a pillar, one leg crossed over the other, his body relaxed. But his eyes as they lock with mine are anything but.

      I moisten my lips. For that my body is already willing—my eighteen-year-old self still craving satisfaction, longing to experience what he cruelly refused all those years ago. Only this time it’ll be on my terms. I’ll show him what he’s been missing, get this carnal need sated, and then it can all be about business.

      If I choose to sign with him.

      ‘You were amazing, Eva.’

      I drag my eyes away to smile at Clare. She’s a fabulous assistant—her excitement bubbles over as if it were my own. ‘Thank you.’

      ‘If anyone had the slightest doubt they’ll be utterly convinced now that they want it—even if it’s to gain a piece of you.’

      I know she means it professionally, but I can’t help thinking of Lucas, and again I’m distracted, my eyes hunting him out. And then a crazy urge takes over.

      ‘Clare, do me a favour and hold the room for five. I just need to take care of something.’

      ‘Sure.’

      I’m already heading for the exit, the restrooms, giving a polite ‘I’ll be back in just a moment…’ to anyone who pauses to speak to me.

      I know I don’t need to beckon him, that he’ll be hot on my tail. And he is. As soon as my hand presses into the restroom door he’s at my back.

      ‘Escaping?’

      I turn and smile up at him. ‘Wait here.’

      His brow pinches together. He’s unaccustomed to being commanded—that’s obvious. But he does as he’s told and I walk through the door, scanning the stalls. They’re all empty and I don’t hang around. I pull open the door and reach for the skinny black tie that reminds me so much of the defiant teen I loved.

      ‘Come.’

      I walk backwards and he moves with me, feeding the power swimming like liquid heat through my veins, my core.

      ‘What is this, Eva?’

      ‘What do you think?’

      ‘I hope it’s you calling in a ten-year debt.’

      I keep moving, ignoring the brief spike of pain, of heartbreak. Knowing I’m about to replace it with something far more satisfying.

      ‘Do you remember that night?’

      His jaw clenches, his eyes ablaze, and I know he’s reliving it.

      ‘Yes,’ he grinds out.

      His tension is palpable and I take conceited pleasure in it.

      ‘I remember.’

      I push open a stall door, thankful for the opulent finish, and nudge him inside. A toilet wouldn’t be my ideal place to feed this need, but it’s certainly the most convenient. And, as far as toilets go, this is designed for a certain clientele—a sleek private vanity area, with space for a woman’s multitude of possessions or her derriere, should the need arise. How very convenient.

      I back him inside, blindly locking the door behind me. ‘Do you remember how you left me?’

      He falters and shakes his head.

      ‘No?’ I raise my brow at him, my fingers toying with the slit in the silk that rides high up my thigh.

      ‘I do remember.’

      His voice is tight. It reverberates through my spine as I circle the exposed skin and raise the slit higher. ‘What do you remember, Lucas?’

      ‘I remember you wore a white number that barely covered your arse.’

      I can feel the effort it takes him to form the words and my confidence edges ever higher. I hook my fingers into the fabric of my dress and spread it open across my thigh, loving how his eyes track the move, his breath hitching.

      ‘What else?’

      ‘I remember how your skin felt beneath my palms…the taste of champagne on your tongue.’

      He gives a small shudder and his fists flex at his sides. I know he wants to reach for me, but something is stopping him. And I’m glad. I want to be in control. The one driving this…

      I lift the fabric until it exposes the lace of my nude thong and watch him swallow heavily.

      ‘Do you want to know what I remember, Lucas?’

      His eyes lift to mine, burning deep, and I don’t wait for his answer. I focus on the sex, the need, the desire that has lived on in spite of my shattered heart.

      ‘I remember aching for you so badly… I remember being wet and ready for you…’

      I ease my hand between my parted legs and he exhales sharply, his eyes falling away once more, his

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