So Zane Khan didn’t just have that disturbing effect on her.
‘Dr Smith will be leaving on my private jet tonight,’ he announced.
Walmsley’s mouth dropped open comically, but Cat didn’t feel much like laughing.
Zane glanced over his shoulder. ‘A car will arrive in four hours to take you to the airport,’ he said.
‘But that’s not enough time,’ she managed, past the constriction in her throat. What exactly had she just agreed to? Because she was starting to feel like a mouse again. A very timid, overwhelmed mouse, in the presence of a large, extremely predatory lion.
‘Anything you need will be provided for you,’ he said, cutting off any more protests by lifting the phone back to his ear and striding away down the corridor, with the two bodyguards flanking him.
Cat watched his tall figure disappear round the corner, her breath locked in her lungs and her stomach free-falling off the cliff without the rest of her.
Problem was, she hadn’t had the chance to jump off this particular cliff—because she’d just been pushed.