Mr. Temptation

Zara’s tummy somersaulted. ‘Fuck.’

EJ’s brows hit the sky. ‘Do you want me to get rid?’

What the hell could he want?

He’d made it clear he was backing off, that day’s scoop only serving to re-emphasise the fact she was old news. But here he was on her doorstep and, God help her, her body loved it.

Do I want rid? No.

Should I get rid? Yes.

‘Zara?’

She forced herself to calm down; there was still her business with Julia to protect. ‘Can you see what he wants, please?’

It was hardly the seeing-off she wanted to deliver, but it maintained her professional front and that was what mattered.

‘Sure thing.’ EJ swept out, door closing behind her, and Zara took several deep breaths. He could be here for any number of reasons. Any number that didn’t involve getting their rocks off. Hell, he’d had his fill with some redhead last night, he could hardly be looking for another hook-up.

And if he was...

She clenched her fists and reeled her mind back.

Don’t be a fool.

The door shifted open and in walked EJ, her own colour considerably higher than a moment ago.

‘So, looks as if we have a new client,’ she said as the door clicked shut behind her.

‘We what?’

‘He wants to sign up.’

She had to be joking; she was joking—there was no way...

‘I’m not having you on. He wants a place on the outskirts and one in the city—he wants two homes.’

Two—Jesus, the commission...

Forget the commission. He’s only doing it to get in your knickers...again... Can you really let him do that? Let him buy you?

But if he buys two properties then it’s money for the business...

And what about you, your sanity, your dignity...? You can’t do this.

Her mind spiralled out of control, the personal warring with the professional.

‘Can you imagine the fees on that?’ EJ said, narrowing her focus on what really mattered—the business. And if he needed the residences and she needed the business, then maybe there was a win-win situation to be gleaned...

If she delegated...

‘Get one of the team to sit him down, go through his requirements—’

EJ was already shaking her head.

‘What?’

‘He’s specifically requested you.’