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for the time when Molly had supposedly killed herself. If Vivian had tried to get the media’s attention, Javier would have used the resources at his disposal to make her look bad.
    She knew he would do it, too. In a heartbeat.
    “What if I don’t want to stay?”
    “I will give my solicitor and the police that call I should have made a few hours ago.”
    “And if I’m not convinced by the end of the weekend?”
    He smiled. “That won’t be the case.” Javier drew his eyes from hers as he pulled out his mobile and read from the screen. “Vivian May Foster. Twenty-six years old, no siblings, has a college degree in arts. Born in upstate New York, moved to England at age seven.”
    She raised the fork to her mouth and began to eat. How long would it take him to link her to Roger? Javier had power, resources, and an investigator who was obviously already on her tail.
    “Why did you apply for a receptionist job? Couldn’t you put your degree to better use?” Before she could answer, he added, “You didn’t need this job.”
    Her heart raced. Careful, Vivian. She had to watch every word. His offer to spend the weekend with her had restored her hope of using his nearness to her advantage. If she succeeded in getting information to Roger, he would act quickly, and Javier would lose the billion-pound merger he’d worked hard for. Money was all that mattered to a man like Javier, which meant it was all they could take away from him. He had to lose, one way or another.
    “I took the job to see if I could find out more about you.” Telling him that much didn’t compromise her.
    “Amuse me, Vivian. What have you learned?”
    “You’re usually at work by eight. You entertain business associates at the new steakhouse a couple of blocks from the office. You also travel internationally every couple days or so, which drives your live-in concierge nuts because she never knows if you’ll be able to make it for dinner.”
    “You’ve talked to Mrs. Hough?” He chuckled.
    “I only transferred calls. But I gathered as much.”
    He kept looking at her, assessing her from top to bottom. “You are quite the stalker, Vivian.”
    She shifted in her seat. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
    “Who was the person you called?”
    “Are you planning on causing me some harm, Mr. Rivera? Is that why you want to know the identity of the person who can testify against you?” She was pleased with how confident she sounded.
    “Looking at you, Vivian, I can think of a couple of things I could do to you, but they aren’t illegal by Parisian standards.” Javier’s gaze slid from her face to her neck and then to her breasts. “Or British standards.”
    She inhaled sharply, forcing herself to ignore his teasing. He wanted to make her feel awkward, didn’t he? Vulnerable. Out of place.
    “This lobster is magnificent,” she said.
    They finished their meal in silence, and she managed to avoid looking at Javier all the way from the restaurant to their room. In the limousine on the drive back to the hotel, she sat as far away from him as possible.
    But the dead silence had its own weight, and Vivian decided she preferred his Spanish-Inquisition-like questions. He followed her every move with his eyes as he walked through the hotel alongside her. Vivian usually didn’t walk quickly, but she wanted to get back to her elegant prison. She wanted to get away from Javier.
    “We’ll continue our conversation tomorrow,” he said as they reached her bedroom.
    Vivian nodded and locked the door behind her.
    She took a shower, the powerful jets spraying her with steamy water. Vivian washed the soap off her skin for several minutes and wished the shower would give her body a clean slate. She wanted nothing more than to forget Javier’s unwanted touch, the heat of his stare.
    She would never have believed it if someone had told her she’d end her day in a luxury hotel in Paris, being closely watched by none other than Javier Rivera.
    But now she