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AT TEN to three the next day, Susie presented herself on the top floor, dressed in a dark-green skirt suit, with a longer-length jacket, her streaky red-gold curls caught up in a clip, her emerald eyes were strained, the pallor marking her delicate features pronounced.

Two sleepless nights in a row. She had lain awake fretting about whether or not Leos now knew that she had a child. Leos, who had once angrily given forth on the subject of a friend “trapped for the next 20 years by a pregnant woman on the make!”

Had Leos looked at her personnel file? If he had, he would surely have found out that she had given birth to a premature baby, eight months after they broke up!

She was sent straight down the corridor to the managing director’s office. Sick with nervous tension, she knocked on the door and entered.

Leos was on the phone, his hard, chiseled profile intent. He indicated the chair set several feet from his desk and returned to his call. Susie sat down and tried to keep her hands steady. She tried crazily to recall what constituted defensive body language, for Leos was certain to know. As she watched him, an emotional pain that was almost physical held her taut.

He had replaced her with another woman without telling her. But then there had been extenuating circumstances for his behavior. And the truth was, Susie had yet to get over her affair with Leos Kiriakos.

“Sorry about that.” Pushing aside the phone, Leos sprang upright, emanating the megawatt energy that was so much a part of him. “Stop looking at me like a scared little mouse, Susie. I didn’t bring you up here either to sack you or abuse you. Believe it or not, I can take having been dumped without behaving like Neanderthal man!”

Was this the guy who had growled down the phone at her 14 months ago, “no woman dumps me!” Connecting with eyes of stunning tawny-gold clarity set below level ebony brows, Susie was mesmerized, her heart hammering, her bewildered mind blank. Fortunately Leos was still talking, his rich-accented drawl like evocative long-missed music on her ears.

“I need a social secretary for the next month.” Lithe as a jungle cat, Leos strolled over to the tinted windows. “You’re quick, you’re clever. You don’t irritate the hell out of me with stupid questions. When I move on from here, you’ll be an executive assistant on the management team.”

Disconcerted by his every word, Susie just sank deeper into shock. Clearly, she had been over-sensitive on the day of his arrival, mistaking his natural surprise at seeing her as hostility. “Social s-secretary?”

Leos quoted a salary that made her head spin and then glanced at his gold watch with impatience. “If you want the position it’s yours and you start tomorrow. We’ll discuss your duties then. I’m rather pushed for time today.”

“I’ll take it …” she heard herself say, even though his quite shattering indifference to their former relationship pierced her like a knife….