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what she
was about to confess flew out of her head as he took her hand and
said ‘I want us to be together always.’ ‘I will tell him’ she told
herself. ‘When the moment is right.’
    But somehow it never was. And as the days
and months turned into a year nothing seemed to matter but the love
they had for each other.

Chapter Four
    Wrapped in thoughts of the past Melanie gazed
unseeingly out of the train window as green fields gave way to
outer London suburbs. ‘Did I really know him or was I just blinded
by desire for him,’ she thought miserably. She wanted to hate him
for what he was doing to her now but she could still feel the heat
of him against her, the ease with which he had aroused her and she
knew in her heart that time had stopped for them both when Nicos
had pulled her into his arms and only the jarring telephone bell
had brought them back from the brink.
    The train pulling into the London Station
pulled her back to the present along with it. ‘Tomorrow, when Nicos
tells them what I’ve done, I won’t have a job,’ she thought.
    But Nicos had told them nothing. Her boss,
the formidable Lucy Chambers, had simply asked her if she was
feeling better and then dumped extra work on her desk. Among the
pile was a fax from the office of Tele-Sky Communications
confirming Mr Chalambrous’s telephone call to Ms Chambers of
yesterday afternoon and requesting Gabriella Hinckley be sent a
contract of employment forthwith.
    Too relieved at first to wonder why Nicos
had said nothing Melanie worked her way through the morning,
surreptitiously returning Stephanie Brook’s file to its proper
place and resolving to do her best to get the girl the best
possible placing in return for the use of her name.
    Lunchtime came and Melanie thankfully
gathered up her bag and made for the door. If Nicos had not exposed
her already then the chances are he wasn’t going to. She hurried
down the stairs and into the street heading for her favoite
sandwich bar. She was almost there when to her shock and fear a
hand clamped her wrist. Before she had time to scream she felt
herself swung round face to face with her attacker.
    ‘Nicos,’ she breathed. ‘What in hell do you
think you’re doing? You frightened the life out of me.’ He didn’t
apologise, nor did he release his grip. ‘Come with me,’ he ordered.
Melanie tried to snatch her wrist from his hold, but he was too
strong for her.
    ‘Stop struggling. People will think I’m
trying to mug you.’
    ‘Just what are you trying to do?’ she
hissed. He loosened his grip but didn’t release his hold. ‘I just
want to talk to you.’
    Melanie with a determined pull succeeded in
wrenching her arm away. ‘Send me a legal letter. That’s your usual
form.’ Nicos ignored her jibe. Putting a firm hand under her elbow
he steered her along the pavement and through the swing doors of a
nearby five star hotel. She found herself seated opposite him at a
low table in the lounge. How had that happened? She’d been
determined to brush him off but he had taken control the way he
always had. He had that kind of command about him, she recognised
ruefully.
    She looked across at him. Even in his dark
business suit and formal shirt he exuded animal grace and an innate
sexuality. His liquid brown eyes were fixed on her. She looked away
disconcerted.
    ‘I think I should apologise,’ he began.
‘Yes, you certainly should,’ she interrupted fiercely. ‘You
practically dragged me in here by my hair.’
    ‘That’s not what I was going to apologise
for,’ he said evenly. ‘And I didn’t drag you in. You walked in of
your own accord. And you’re hair looks perfectly fine.’ Melanie
looked daggers at him.
    ‘My behavior when you came to the house was
inappropriate,’ he continued.
    ‘Inappropriate!’ she exclaimed, her voice
rising. ‘Is that how you would describe it? How about unreasonable
and altogether pig headed.' She sat further back on the sofa, arms
folded and glared at