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had to get used to it…and start thinking about how she would take advantage of the situation. At least she’d been able to tell Roger where she was.
    Roger. It wasn’t his name, of course. She knew almost nothing about him, and she preferred it that way.
    She’d met Roger only once, after Molly’s death, when he’d approached her and asked her to take Molly’s place and assist him in taking the merger away from Javier.
    Vivian didn’t know what Javier had done to Roger. Certainly, the older Scottish gentleman was no saint himself. He wanted information about the merger—wanted to take Javier Rivera out of the running—and he had no scruples about using two women who craved revenge to get what he wanted.
    As long as Roger helped her, Vivian didn’t care.
    With his help, she’d been hired at the Rivera office. She had studied the security system, the positioning of the cameras, and Javier’s routine. And when the rumor about the merger became water-cooler gossip, both Vivian and Roger had agreed it was time to start looking for concrete information. Contracts, notes, dates. Anything would help.
    Vivian stepped out of the shower and grabbed a fluffy, monogrammed hotel robe.
    By the time her hair was dry, the rest of the suite had fallen silent.
    She opened her door far enough to check the hallway and living room lights. They were all off.
    Vivian tiptoed out of her room. The open drapes framed the seductive full moon outside, its light shining into the otherwise dark common area of the suite.
    Perhaps Javier is a heavy sleeper. She didn’t waste time imagining his frankly male body sprawled on a large bed. Sleeping or awake, it didn’t matter to her. She needed to get in touch with Roger again.
    Making calls from her room wasn’t an option, because the number would show on the bill. She would have to use a guest phone in the lobby. Roger would know exactly what to do and how to move her plan forward.
    The door at the end of the hall was closed. She stretched out her hand to open it.
    Suddenly, a cold metal bracelet clutched her wrist, and she heard a clicking noise.
    Vivian screamed. She turned to face her assailant, a dreadful chill racing up her spine.
    “Going somewhere?” Javier stood bare-chested by her side. She raised her eyes to his.
    “You frightened me.” Vivian let her breath out slowly. When she moved her hand to touch her chest, her wrist caught.
    She looked down. She was handcuffed to Javier.
    “What are you doing?” She shook her hand, bouncing the short chain between their wrists. “Take these off,” she shouted, shaking her hand again.
    This can’t be happening…
    “I’ve known you for a few hours, and this is the third time I’ve seen you do something you don’t care to explain,” Javier said, his eyes accusing her.
    “I wanted to get some fresh air. What kind of man would ambush a virtual stranger in the middle of the night to handcuff her?”
    What else does he have planned?
    “Consider it a security measure to make sure you don’t go anywhere,” Javier said casually. “Tomorrow there will be a bodyguard here to watch you while I take care of an important matter.”
    “I don’t need a bodyguard.”
    “He will make sure you are looked after.”
    “Yes, my well-being is high on your priority list, isn’t it?” Vivian pulled the chain.
    “Of course, mi querida .” Javier flashed a crooked grin.
    “Then take this off. It’s making my skin itch.”
    “You’ll get used to it,” Javier said, moving toward her bedroom.
    Vivian balked. She didn’t want to get used to the handcuffs, or to share a bed with Javier. “Is that an expert’s advice?” She wished she could wipe the cynical smile right off his face. “Actually, I don’t want to know.”
    “Come to bed, Vivian,” he demanded.
    “No.” She raised her voice.
    “There’s no option. A quick call, and my lawyers will be on you. Even the cleaning lady can be a witness to your reckless behavior.” His voice