At Her Boss's Bidding

Rachel’s eyes were swimming by the time the lift doors opened, so she fled to the ladies’ room in the lobby and didn’t come out till she was dry-eyed and back in control.

But she no longer felt like shopping for clothes. What did it matter what she wore around Justin?

Hooking her black carry-all over her shoulder, she headed for the exit. Straight home, she decided.

‘Rachel!’ a male voice shouted, and her heart jumped. ‘Wait.’

Her heart began to race as she turned.

But it wasn’t Justin hurrying towards her across the lobby.

It was Eric.

CHAPTER TEN

‘ERIC!’ Rachel exclaimed, startled. ‘What…what are you doing here?’ Possibly a silly question when he’d always worked in the Central Business District in Sydney. It was inevitable that one day, now she was working in the city, she might run into him.

But to run into him only three days after running into him on the Gold Coast seemed to be stretching coincidence too far.

‘I was looking for you,’ he explained. ‘I asked around about your boss and found out he worked in this building.’

‘How enterprising of you,’ she said coolly.

‘I am, if nothing else, enterprising,’ he returned, and smiled what she’d once thought of as such a charming smile.

She no longer thought anything about Eric was charming.

She no longer thought he was all that gorgeous, either, despite his grooming still being second to none. His sleek black business suit would have cost a fortune. And he would have spent half an hour blow-drying his hair to perfection this morning. It must be killing him, she thought a bit spitefully, to find that it was receding at a rapid rate.

‘Why were you looking for me?’ she asked in a less than enthusiastic tone.

‘I was worried about you.’

She could not have been more surprised if he’d proposed marriage.

‘Good lord, why?’

‘Can we go somewhere and talk in private? There’s a coffee shop just off the foyer facing the street. How about in there?’

She shrugged with seeming indifference. ‘If you insist.’

He didn’t enlighten her till the coffee arrived, and she refused to press, despite being curious. The days when she’d hung on Eric’s every word had long gone.

‘You didn’t come to the dinner on Saturday night,’ he began, throwing her slightly. What to say to that? Rachel cast her mind back to the night in question and decided to go with the fiction Justin had created.

‘We had no need after my boss met with his client.’

‘Mr Wong decided against Sunshine Gardens?’

Rachel maintained her cool. ‘You don’t honestly expect me to discuss my boss’s business with you, do you? If that’s why you’ve come, to pump me for inside information for your girlfriend, then you’ve wasted your time. And the price of this coffee.’

‘That’s not the reason,’ Eric said hastily when Rachel made to rise. ‘I came to warn you. About your boss.’

Rachel sat back down, blinking. ‘Warn me. About Justin?’

‘Look, I know I hurt you, Rachel. I’m not a fool. The way you look at me now…you probably hate my guts and I can understand that. But I don’t hate you. In fact, I think I made a big mistake breaking up with you. You are one special lady and you deserve better in life than getting tangled up with the likes of Justin McCarthy.’

Rachel opened her mouth to deny any involvement with Justin, but after their performance on Saturday night it would be difficult to claim they weren’t lovers. Not that it was any of Eric’s business who she slept with.

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ she said stiffly. ‘Justin is a wonderful boss, and wonderful in every other way. What could you possibly be warning me about where he’s concerned?’

Eric laughed. ‘I have to give him credit. He puts on a good act. But he’s not in love with you, Rachel. He’s just using you.’

‘How kind of you to tell me that,’ she said, struggling now to control her temper. ‘Might I ask what right you have to say that, what evidence? Or is it just that when you look at me you see a pathetic, foolish woman that no man could really love?’

‘There’s nothing pathetic or foolish about you, Rachel, and you know it. You’re still as beautiful and bright as you always were. But you do have one fatal female flaw. You fall in love with bastards.’

‘I am not in love with my boss,’ she denied heatedly.

But when Eric’s eyes searched hers she felt her face flame.

‘I hope not,’ he said. ‘Because he’s one bitter and twisted guy. Not that he doesn’t have a right to be. I’d be bitter and twisted if my wife did to me what his wife did to him.’