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of the city-scape. The rest of the area was divided into kitchen, dining, and
living space. There was a partition wall on the north side and Tamsin assumed
this was for the bedrooms and bathrooms. Everything was done in black and
white, with an accent color of red.
    “It’s wonderful.” Tamsin walked to the
windows. “No wonder you don’t want to share this with others.”
    “It’s an investment for my future.” George
stopped beside her.
    “So you plan on selling it one day.”
    Tamsin did a quick calculation in her head.
George would walk away with millions. He’d been one of the best students at
university and it was easy to see that he had translated that knowledge into
action. She’d been quietly investing herself. She might ask George for advice
about some of her slower growth projects and maybe even about the real estate
market.
    “What would you like to drink?” George
walked over to the island that divided the living space from kitchen.
    “White wine, if you have it.” Tamsin turned
back to the city view, watching the reflection of George in the windows as he
uncorked a bottle of wine. He spun around and took two glasses from the
cupboard. When he turned back he had two full goblets of wine in his hands.
    “Let’s get comfortable.” He walked over to
a black couch and put her wine on the coffee-table. “It’s been a few years
since school.”
    Tamsin took a seat opposite George on a
matching leather chair. “Some things are the same. We’re both single.”
    “I heard about your engagement. The papers
were full of speculation after you called the wedding off.”
    “A slow news day.” Tamsin took a gulp of
the wine. It had a bitter aftertaste.
    George raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to
tell me why?”
    “It was the usual story.” Tamsin put her
glass back on the table. “I couldn’t trust him.”
    “You caught him with someone else.” George
shook his head. “He was a fool.”
    “Not unique though.”
    Tamsin kicked her heels off and curled her
legs under her. She reached for her wine and took another sip. She scrunched
her nose at the taste and put it back down. She couldn’t say much for George’s
wine choice.
    “Nethercott has never been known as the
settling down sort. Why marry him?”
    “It’s what my father wanted.” Tamsin pushed
her hair behind her ears. “Enough about me. Tell me what you’ve been doing.
From the looks of this place, you’ve been very successful since uni.”
    “I’m a VP at Jefferson and Woodcroft’s.”
    Tamsin was impressed. Jefferson and
Woodcroft’s were the leading stockbrokers in the country. No wonder George was
able to sit on this building and not rent any of the flats out. He must be
making millions a year and that was before bonuses.
    “It looks like I should be coming to you
for financial advice.”
    George laughed. “Your family owns one of
the oldest and most respected banks in the country. You hardly need my
guidance.”
    “I don’t work for Creighton’s anymore.”
    “You might not work there, but the bank is
in your blood.” George’s tone hardened. “Or are you living off your Trust
Fund?”
    “I’m between jobs right now.”
    Tamsin tried to keep her voice neutral.
George had never made a secret of the fact that he was disdainful of those who
had come from family money. He’d worked jobs after classes to put himself
through school.
    “I’m glad to see you’re not going to let
your education go to waste.” George gulped down the last of his wine and
pointed at her full glass. “Don’t you like the Chardonnay?”
    “I’m not thirsty.” Tamsin looked down at
her watch. “It’s getting late, George. I appreciate you helping me escape my
handlers, and for the chance to get caught up, but I’m tired. I’m going to call
a taxi and go home.”
    “I’ll drive you home when we’re finished.”
George stood. “In a few minutes you won’t be able to walk on your own.”
    Uncertainty filled Tamsin.