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      CONTENTS

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

      CHAPTER FOUR

      CHAPTER FIVE

      CHAPTER SIX

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      CHAPTER NINE

      CHAPTER TEN

      CHAPTER ELEVEN

      CHAPTER TWELVE

      CHAPTER THIRTEEN

      CHAPTER FOURTEEN

      CHAPTER ONE

      ‘AND how is my ever delightful and worthy Miss Worthington this morning?’

      Lucy gritted her teeth against a seething wave of resentment, almost hating the man who clearly had no idea how such blithely tossed off words lacerated her heart.

      The breezy greeting from her boss probably meant he’d spent a highly pleasurable night with his latest woman. His voice lilted with macho smugness, a sure sign of sexual satisfaction, and his playful play on her surname accentuated the fact that Lucy wasn’t the type he’d toss in his bed, however delightful she might be to work with. Worthy women didn’t excite him.

      Though if her breasts were big enough to fill and overflow a D-cup bra, he might consider her more bed-worthy, Lucy thought caustically, ungritting her teeth and turning from the filing cabinet to direct a bland smile at the sexy wolf who employed her as his sensible secretary.

      ‘Good morning, sir,’ she piped sweetly.

      James Hancock was the classic tall dark and handsome prototype, with the potent addition of a shrewd business brain and the kind of charm that won friends and influenced all the right people. He was thirty-four, in the prime of life, had the well-earned reputation of being a dynamic agent in the entertainment field, which helped make him an A-list bachelor in Sydney society, and he was definitely exuding an air of being on top of his world.

      His rakish black eyebrows lifted. ‘Sir?’

      She cocked her head on one side, returning his quizzical look. ‘Weren’t you cueing me to greet you formally with your Miss Worthington?’

      He laughed, his blue eyes twinkling devilish delight. ‘The comeback queen strikes again. What would I do without you to entertain me, Lucy?’

      Resentment crawled down her spine and loosened her tongue. ‘I imagine you’d quickly find someone else to score off.’

      ‘Score off?’ he repeated incredulously. ‘My dear Lucy, the scoring honours invariably go to you.’

      ‘Really? I hadn’t noticed.’

      She picked up the files she’d extracted from the cabinet and carried them to her desk, ready to hand them over to him.

      ‘It comes naturally to you,’ he assured her, grinning from ear to ear. ‘One of the joys of office hours, hearing your salty down-to-earth comments. They invariably reduce all the hype in this business to what’s real and what isn’t. An invaluable talent.’

      ‘Invaluable enough to be worth a raise in salary?’

      ‘Ouch!’ He mockingly slapped a hand against his forehead. ‘She strikes again.’

      ‘Pure logic, James,’ she pointed out with limpid innocence while savagely wanting him to pay for seeing her as nothing but a bottom line sounding board when it came to dealing with his high-flying clients. ‘You’ll need to check these files while answering this morning’s e-mails. Is there anything else you need from me right now?’ she asked, pressing for him to enter his own office and leave her alone to get over the frustrations he aroused in her.

      He ignored the files, shaking an admonishing finger at her. ‘You’re a money-grubber, Lucy Worthington.’

      She shrugged. ‘A woman has to look out for herself these days. I just don’t believe in free meal-tickets.’ Which was a neat little jibe at the women he favoured, women who traded on lush physical assets to get where they wanted.

      ‘Ha!’ James crowed. ‘I gave you free tickets to tonight’s charity bash.’

      ‘Oh?’ Lucy viewed him with sceptical eyes. ‘You’re not expecting anything of me, like being conveniently on hand to fix up some last-minute hitch with the program?’

      ‘Completely free,’ he insisted loftily.

      ‘How novel!’ She smiled. ‘I might just keep you to that, James.’

      ‘A reward for all the good work you’ve done in putting the program together.’

      Since the tickets were a thousand dollars each and her salary was already generous, Lucy couldn’t, in all conscience, imply she wasn’t well rewarded for the job she did. ‘Thank you. I shall look forward to relaxing and enjoying myself tonight,’ she said dismissively while still doubting the tickets were entirely free of obligation.

      Why would he give them to her if he didn’t want her there for some reason?

      His eyes twinkled. ‘It will be my pleasure to see you enjoying yourself, Lucy.’

      He did have a motive. She could feel it in her bones.

      ‘Who are you bringing?’ he tossed at her as he finally picked up the files she’d supplied.

      ‘A friend.’

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