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a playful grin, which caught Amy by surprise. She smirked, suddenly enjoying the attention. “And flattery won’t work either.”
    “Okay, I’ll bear that in mind.”
    They shared a smile. Adam’s expression flashed with concern. “Hey, Amy, has anyone paid you a visit today? Other than me?”
    “No. Why?”
    “That guy from earlier – Tariq Shard – he’s trouble. I think he might try to contact you.”
    Amy suppressed her fear for Tariq, not wanting Adam to think she had feelings – she knew he’d only try and exploit them. “Well, I’ll just give him the same as I’m giving you. Nothing.”
    He grinned. “You really are a spiky one, aren’tcha? Why don’t you let people in?”
    “You want my life story?”
    He smiled sincerely. “I’d honestly like to get to know you better.”
    Amy scoffed – his tone implied an unspoken ‘before I get you into bed’. She spoke gruffly, hoping to put him off. “Alright fine. My mother died when I was seventeen, so I moved to London and found work as a child-minder while studying at university. The father of the family – Frank Grafton – needed an assistant, so I took the job. I worked my way up to operations director. The end.”
    “Well, thank you for sharing. See that wasn’t too hard, was it?”
    She fiddled with her cigarette, refusing to look into those sparkling eyes. Amy could feel her resistance slowly eroding. She turned away from him, and took a long drag, filling her lungs.
    Her body froze with hot lust as Adam stepped close behind and rested his strong hands on her shoulders. Her heart squirmed with desperate passion. Come on, Amy, get a grip. She took a huge step away from his commanding touch, determined to steel her body against him. But it was becoming harder.
    “Mr Quinlan, please don’t touch me. I’m here to do my job.”
    “I know. You’re a hard worker. But I sense there’s something else that drives you, right?”
    She sneered. “Psychologist, are you?”
    “Just being friendly. So, I’m guessing that working for Grafton Techs was never your childhood dream job, huh?”
    She turned to face him. “I live in one of the most expensive cities in Europe; I need to pay my rent.”
    “Sure. But you’d prefer to be doing something else instead, right? Something meaningful. Something creative.”
    Amy stalled. How did he know all this? It was as if his touch had drawn out the darkest secrets from her heart. For a guy who didn’t seem to wear his own feelings on his sleeve, he certainly seemed good at reading hers.
    “I don’t know.” She mumbled.
    “You don’t know what you’d rather be doing?”
    “Well, I’ve always loved art – painting, you know. But that doesn’t pay the bills.”
    “You paint as a hobby?”
    “Sometimes. When I have time.”
    He smirked suggestively.  “We should make time for the things we’re passionate about, right?”
    She suppressed a grin and looked away. “Work needs to come first. This is how life is when you don’t have rich parents to fall back on.”
    Amy swallowed her emotion. She’d intended her last comment to be a dig at Adam’s wealth, but it’d actually just reminded her of how much she missed her mom.
    Adam gazed deeply into her soul. “I’m sorry for your loss, Amy. It’s always hard to lose the ones we love.”
    “Don’t pretend to know anything of my pain, Mr Quinlan. You don’t know me.”
    “Maybe not. But I do know how it feels to lose someone I love.”
    “A woman left you?”
    He smirked. “Course not; that would never happen.”
    Amy chuckled. She was starting to see through his act, and she wondered whether there was a man worth knowing underneath all that charming cockiness.
    “Who then?” she asked.
    “My brother died a month ago. The eldest of us all.”
    The gears in Amy’s heart crunched as the atmosphere shifted. “I’m so sorry… Oh, wait, was it something to do with Tariq Shard then?”
    “Yes it was. He killed my brother.”
    Amy’s jaw