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watched
with interest, wondering how I was ever going to complete the same
obstacle in my suit and heels when one of Niq’s chunky boots
unexpectedly cracked into my nose. I shrieked in pain and staggered
against the lift wall, holding my face, my eyes tearing up
uncontrollably.
    “Oops, sorry!”
Niq shouted down to me, finally managing to swing one leg onto the
floor and quickly scrabbling to pull the other one up as well,
escaping the lift. Niq and Daniel stared down at me anxiously.
    “Oh dear. Are
you all right?” Daniel asked with concern.
    I touched my
nose tenderly. It hurt like hell. I hoped it wasn’t broken.
    “Sure, it’s
nothing,” I lied bravely, blinking away the tears. I took off my
tight shoes and tossed them up onto the floor above. I threw my
handbag up as well. This was going to be very inelegant. Thank
goodness I had worn my best pair of panties today!
    Daniel grabbed
my hands and I tried to do what Niq had done, climb up the wall of
the cabin using my feet until I could throw one of my legs onto the
floor above my head. Unfortunately my stockings made my feet
slippery and I couldn’t maintain a grip on the polished timber
panels of the lift wall. Daniel was trying valiantly to drag me up,
almost pulling my arms out of their sockets in the process, but it
was no good. He just wasn’t strong enough and Niq wasn’t able to
reach. Daniel let me go, promising to be back in a second. I
thought briefly of removing my stockings, but decided that there
was no way that I was going to start taking off my clothes in a
place that appeared to be full of men.
    Daniel
returned quickly, talking softly to someone else. Another pair of
shoes appeared in the gap, fashionable glossy pointed black
shoes.
    “Heller will
be able to get you out, Ms Chalmers,” Daniel told me in his
soothing voice. “You’ll be free in a minute.”
    A different
man knelt and reached his arms down towards me. I couldn’t see him
well from where I was but lifted my arms up helpfully and before I
could even take a breath, he gripped my forearms and forcefully
pulled me up. He wasn’t gentle and I scraped my entire body as he
dragged me out of the gap between the top of the lift and the
floor. I stumbled with the momentum of being hauled up and fell
with a great lack of dignity on my hands and knees at his feet.
    I sat back on
my haunches and looked up at him. I had to look a long, long way
because he was very tall, well over two metres, with a muscular fit
body, cheekbones you could slice your hands on and a sensuous
mouth. A light tan emphasised his spiked, razor-cut blond hair and
incredible glacial blue eyes. His teeth were very white and even.
He was exceptionally well-dressed, completely in black – black silk
shirt (with a gold H monogrammed on the pocket),
black suit, black shoes. He wore an expensive silver watch with a
black face and a chunky silver ring with an engraved H logo on his left ring finger.
    He was the
most astoundingly beautiful human being I had ever set eyes on in
my whole life. He was more beautiful than an entire host of
heavenly angels, more beautiful than the progeny of the most
beautiful gods who had ever reproduced. He was simply drop-dead
deliciously divine. My eyes goggled and my pulse quickened. My
mouth dried up. I had to urgently press my lips together to stop my
tongue from lolling.
    I had just met
Heller.

Chapter
3
     
    He bent over,
grasped my arms again but more gently this time, and pulled me to
my feet. I managed to steady myself, gaping up at him in stunned,
stupid, silent wonder. My eyes were gigantic in my face and not one
cogent word formed itself in my brain and made its way down to my
mouth. I was literally dumbstruck. I’m from a tall family and am
very tall for a woman at 180 centimetres (about six feet for you
old-fashioned folk), but I felt tiny standing next to him. His eyes
raked my face intently and frowning slightly, he took a monogrammed
handkerchief from his pocket and