âEveryone has their price, Mr Doukakis.â
âYou think so?â Intrigued, Damon allowed his gaze to drop to the creamy skin visible at the neck of her formal white shirt. So whatâs your price, Miss Prince?â
âI was talking about business.â
Damon smiled. âOf course you were. Someone with your exceptional morals would never become tangled with someone like me, would they?â
His sarcasm brought a scarlet tinge to her cheeks but she didnât defend herself. âHave you finished?â
âFinished?â Damon slowly lifted his gaze and stared down into those eyes. They were the blue of a summer sky. âI havenât even started.â
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âHEâS here. Heâs arrived. Damon Doukakis just strode into the building.â
Woken by the panicky voice, Polly lifted her head from her arms and was blinded by sunlight pouring through the window. âWhat? Who?â The words were slurred, her brain emerging slowly from the shadows of sleep. The headache that had been part of her life for the past week still squeezed her skull. âI must have dozed off. Why didnât anyone wake me?â
âBecause you havenât slept for days and youâre scary when youâre tired. Thereâs no need to panic. Iâm doing that for both of us. HereâI brought sustenance.â Balancing two mugs of and a large muffin, the woman kicked the door shut. âWake yourself up with carbs and coffee.â
Polly rubbed her eyes and squinted at the screen of her laptop. âWhat time is it?â
âEight oâclock.â
âEight oâclock?â She flew to her feet, sending papers and pens spinning across the floor. âThe meeting is in fifteen minutes! Were you hoping Iâd just walk in there and talk in my sleep or something?â Polly hit âsaveâ on the document sheâd been working on all night, her hand shaking from the sudden awakening. Her heart pounded and deep in her stomach was a solid lump of dread.
Sleeping didnât make any of it go away and reality pressed down on her like a heavy weight.
Everything was about to change. Life as she knew it had ended.
âStay calm,â Debbie swooped across the office and put the plate and the mugs on the desk. âIf you show him youâre afraid, heâll walk all over you. Thatâs what men like Damon Doukakis do. They sniff out weakness and they move in for the kill.â
âIâm not afraid.â The lie wedged itself in her throat.
She was afraid. She was afraid of the responsibility and of the consequences of failure. And, yes, she was afraid of Damon Doukakis.
Only a fool wouldnât be.
âYouâre going to be fine. I mean, weâre all depending on you, obviously, but I donât want the fact that you have the future of a hundred people in your hands to make you nervous.â
âThanks for that calming thought.â Polly allowed herself a quick gulp of coffee and then checked her BlackBerry. âIâve only been asleep for two hours and I already have a hundred e-mails. Donât these people ever sleep?â She scrolled through them quickly, scanning for anything important. âGérard Bonnel wants us to move our meeting tomorrow back to the evening. Can I get a later flight to Paris?â
âYouâre not flying. The train was cheaper. I bought you a non-flexible ticket on the seven-thirty out of St Pancras. If heâs moved the meeting then youâll have most of the day to kill.â Debbie leaned forward and stole a large chunk from the muffin. âGo and see the Eiffel Towel. Make love to a delicious French guy on the banks of the Seine.