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as personal assistant to the
infamous Daniel Gillespie was a daily challenge as well as a secret joy.
    Gia knew having the hots for her boss was such a damn cliché,
but she’d defy any woman with a pulse to work with a man who looked like a God
and not feel the little thrill in her heart, the fluttering deep in her belly.
Daniel was tall with the coloring of his Celtic forbears, jet black hair and
sky blue eyes that looked right through to a woman's soul. His face was a thing
of beauty, high cheekbones, a strong jaw, with the mouth of a poet. But it was
his deep voice with the song of Scotland in it that speared Gia's heart every
single time. Add in the body of a top athlete and Daniel Gillespie was quite
the package.
    Some might call Gillespie, Pattullo and Hindmarch corporate
raiders and Gia could understand the sentiment. In particular, the Gillespie
brothers took no prisoners when it came to business or in their personal lives
either.
    Recently Marcus, the eldest brother, had closed a billion
dollar deal with the Chinese in Shanghai. He’d crushed the heart of every
female in the administration department, when he’d married junior business
partner Anais Walker.
    Daniel was due back from San Francisco the day after
tomorrow and since she was ‘borrowing’ his penthouse apartment at the
top of the GPH building, the reality of her situation smacked Gia hard.
    For the past week she’d been careful to ensure the staff and
security detail assumed she was working late. If anyone knew she was squatting
in the building, she’d be instantly dismissed.
    The thought of what would happen to her grandparents if that
happened made Gia’s heart hammer in her throat. The cost of the care home was
rising so fast her salary couldn’t keep pace. And her salary was fabulous. No
way would she make even a fraction of it anywhere else.
    The taxi slid to a stop outside the service entrance of a
vast building constructed of black glass, which speared up into the sky, a huge
phallic symbol of sheer male testosterone and corporate power.
    Using a remote control to open the rolling gates, she
directed Jerry to the underground car park.
    The car cruised to a halt and the taxi driver turned to her,
handing her a business card.
    "My brother wants you to phone us anytime, day or
night, and we’ll come for you."
    Again Gia's eyes prickled at the kindness of perfect
strangers.
    Of course she'd never use it because to do that would put
the Rutherford brothers and their families in the crosshairs of Enricho
Donatti. And she'd never be able to live with herself if anything happened to them.
    Not wishing to offend a good-hearted gesture, she took his
card, slipped it into her purse.
    "Thank you." Gia waited until the taxi exited the
building before swiping her key card into the strictly private lift that sped
her directly into Daniel Gillespie’s penthouse apartment.
    She was living on borrowed time.
    It felt like she was in a rowing boat with no oars cut
adrift between the Titanic and the iceberg.
     
     
     
     

Chapter Three
    No matter how many times Gia entered
Daniel’s apartment, the sheer scale of the immense space along with the floor
to ceiling windows framing a sparkling New York skyline, it never ceased to
catch her breath.
    Again the idea nudged her, she should throw herself on
Daniel Gillespie’s mercy and ask him for help.
    But she couldn’t do it.
    He might be every woman's wet dream and she'd had a few of
those herself but Daniel had never known the unique scorch of an unfilled belly
or the need to concern himself with the balance of his bank account. And these
days the way her whole system went on a state of high alert, if he so much as
looked at her, was beginning to worry her. In fact, it worried her a lot.
     But there was something dark about Daniel that both
attracted and yet in a weird way repelled her. And it was that push and pull
sensation that confused and alarmed her because she simply couldn't