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body, but it was a next to impossible feat. She had decided to greet him in nothing but a short, sheer black teddy and matching black high heels. There was no doubt in his mind that she'd slipped into these for his benefit.
    Stepping up to him, Diana pressed her palms to his chest and leaned into him. Her ample breasts pressed against his sweater-clad chest and her lips grazed the side of his neck.
    Keeping Nikki's face in the forefront of his mind, he pushed her gently away and walked in. "You know why I'm here, Diana. You wanted to speak with me privately. So fine, say what you have to say and then sign the damned papers."
    Strolling into the living room he sat himself in one of the armchairs and pulled the divorce papers from the inner pocket of his jacket.
    "How did you manage to get away from your fiancée ?" The distaste with which she said the word fiancée was not lost on him.
    "I managed."
    Diana chuckled, perching herself on the arm of the chair he was sitting in and leaning over him. "You snuck out?"
    "Why didn't you sign and return those papers to the agency years ago, Diana?"
    "Why didn't you verify with the agency before proposing to your niece?" she countered. "Which I might add is a little... odd." She ran a finger across his jaw, urging his eyes to meet hers.
    "I'm not here to explain my relationship with Nikki to you." Grant attempted to squirm away from her, but the chair he was in only allowed for the shifting of a couple of inches, not enough to keep him from the sweet smell of her perfume or her unwelcome caresses. "I'm here to get you to sign these, something you were supposed to have already done."
    "We had some good times together, Grant. Don't you remember?" She leaned further into him, her lips grazing his neck.
    Squirming out from under her, he re-seated himself over on the sofa, feeling like a schoolboy trying to fend off a girl he didn't like. Years ago - before Nikki - maybe he would have enjoyed her advances, but that felt like a lifetime ago now.
    Apparently giving up on her pursuit of him, she seated herself in the chair opposite the sofa, and crossed one long slender leg over the other. Again, he forced himself to keep his eyes on hers, and not allow them to stray to places they shouldn't be.
    "I didn't sign the papers because I didn't think you'd thought it through. We shared some good times, the sex was amazing and we worked well together. I figured that you'd change your mind and come back."
    Grant heaved a loud sigh and raked a hand through his hair. "The marriage was just for show - for the mission. That's all it ever was to me, Diana." He was feeling like the biggest prick at that moment. Sure he'd cared for her, maybe he'd even allowed her to believe that he had stronger feelings than he really had, but he'd sent her the papers... Shouldn't that have been enough reassurance to her that he didn't want to be married?
    "You're lying," her eyes gleamed with determination.
    Pulling a pen out of the inner pocket of his jacket, he plunked the divorce papers on the coffee table and set the pen on top of them. "Yes, I cared for you Diana…" she opened her mouth to interrupt but he held a hand up to silence her."But I never loved you. Not in the way you wanted. Not as a husband. You were my partner and it was a job - nothing more."
    Her eyes narrowed at him, and her normally cool exterior became instantly stormy.
    Oh, fuck!
    "So what happens when the wrong people find out who you really are and come after you, after her to get to you. What then, Grant?"
    Grant met her stare. "That won't happen," he countered through clenched teeth. He didn't like what she was implying. He'd keep Nikki safe; he'd give his life for her if necessary.
    "What if it does?" she pressed, her tone angry and coming close to sounding sinister.
    He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. Interlacing his fingers, he continued to meet her gaze. "I wouldn't hesitate in putting a bullet in the head of anyone who poses