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toward Joan. Greta could see the woman who had been sitting next to Nick talking to Joan. As she approached, she could see both women were deep in conversation. Perhaps it was best to leave Joan in the other woman’s capable hands. She’d had a hell of day already and didn’t need an emotional female on her hands. As callous as it sounded, she wanted to escape the situation she found herself in and take some time to regroup. To work through exactly what seeing Jeff again meant.
    â€˜Don’t go yet.’ Jeff said, as he materalised by her side again. Why couldn’t he just leave her the hell alone?
    â€˜I have to get back to the office. I missed the whole morning and I’ll have a lot to catch up on.’
    â€˜Ahh, yes, you said something about delivering a baby, didn’t you?’
    Greta heard the speculation in his voice and she didn’t like it.
    â€˜Are you suggesting I made it up, Mr Courteux?’
    He laughed softly. ‘No, I’m not suggesting that at all. But you have to admit, if you’d heard someone declare the reason they were late was because they’d delivered a baby, it would sound suspicious.’
    She couldn’t deny there was some truth in his words. It didn’t mean she couldn’t still be offended that he’d doubted her.
    â€˜I suppose so, but I don’t lie.’
    Greta held her breath as Jeff took a step closer to her, running a finger down her arm. ‘I believe you.’
    â€˜Thank you,’ she murmured, and glanced at her watch. ‘I need to go.’
    His hand curled around her arm, halting her attempt to walk away. ‘Have dinner with me.’
    â€˜I don’t think that’s a good idea.’ Memories of a previous conversation, where the same words were uttered, filtered through her mind. She couldn’t let herself be talked into dinner this time. ‘We don’t have a great track record when it comes to sharing a meal together, do we?’
    Jeff went to pull her closer. Twisting her arm, she broke away from his hold and took a step back. She couldn’t let Joan or the intern see Jeff touching her.
    â€˜Please, Angel. Let’s have dinner and talk.’
    Greta knew he wouldn’t give up until she caved. If she was honest with herself, dinner sounded like the perfect way to end the day.
    â€˜Fine. Call me at the office. I’m sure Heather, Luciano’s assistant, has the number for the agency.
    With that she turned and walked out of the room, not sure she wanted to return.
    Greta collapsed in her office chair after returning from a late lunch, wishing she was home on her couch. She looked at the pile of messages sitting in a neat stack on her desk and dreaded opening her computer. Her phone had been buzzing with incoming emails and text messages on the cab ride back to the office and while she grabbed some food. She’d ignored them all.
    She looked up as her door opened and almost screamed in frustration at the person standing in the doorframe.
    Yes, her day could get worse.
    â€˜What do you want, Graham?’
    He slunk into her office, like the slime ball that he was, and sat down. She was surprised he hadn’t left a slime trail. ‘Thought I’d check in to see how your presentation went. I heard you were late. Tsk tsk, not a good way to make a first impression.’
    Everything in her wanted to slap the smile off his face. Greta restrained herself. Giving in to his attempts to get a rise out of her wasn’t on her agenda today.
    â€˜It doesn’t matter what you think. Anyway, we’ll know in a couple of days who the account will be awarded to. Who knows, maybe neither of us will win it. Maybe another agency will get the account.’
    Please let me be wrong. Please let me win the account. Even if it means I have to see Jeff on a regular basis.
    Graham laughed. ‘If anyone is going to win the account it will be me. I have no doubt.’
    Greta had