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meeting with Grant didn’t go well. His budget had been slashed again, and Grant didn’t like his ideas for the new breakfast format. He wanted to stick to their original plan of syndicating US shows. Which meant less local content. Which meant fewer viewers, fewer advertising dollars and ultimately an even tighter budget. He had two weeks to come up with something. Two weeks before Gordon Grant was back in town and expecting the new schedules.
    ‘Here are the ratings you asked for.’ Lesley knocked on his office door and tipped the papers onto the corner of his desk before walking back to the door.
    ‘Oh, and Faith is waiting for you in the boardroom.’
    Cash felt his whole body still. The blood stopped rushing through his veins for a few seconds before it pumped back with a rush.
    ‘Right, thanks, Les.’
    He’d been avoiding thinking about Faith for two whole days now. And for at least a few hours he’d succeeded. But the rest of the time his stomach twisted in anticipation. It was just a kiss, he told himself. A simple kiss. He’d kissed plenty of women before. It meant nothing. Most of the time he’d forgotten about it before he’d finished his morning coffee. But Faith’s kiss was a little more unforgettable. The way she teased and taunted. The way she pulled back, then the way she bit his lip. A shaft of something hot and furious shot right into his groin. He swore at the screen and pushed some paper around.
    He didn’t want Faith. He didn’t like Faith. He’d told her that and she’d reacted the way he’d thought she would. She’d got upset. She’d thought it meant more than it did. But it didn’t. It didn’t mean anything. And neither did her words. He wasn’t scared; he just didn’t want anything. She had no idea. Maybe his soul was black, but it was trusting people that had done that. Work never hurt. When he was working he was in control. He determined what people wanted to watch and he decided what shows were going to air. At work there was no emotion, no past hurt and no blue eyes burning into him, accusing him, making him feel lower than a snake’s belly.
    What he needed to do was to sort out the mess he was in and get on with his job. It was pure lust that came over them in that cage. And on Patricia’s lawn. Nothing else. Just sex, as he’d been telling her. And if he gave in to his lust that was all it would be—just sex. And Faith wouldn’t be able to accept that. Giving in to temptation with Faith wouldn’t be worth the fallout—not when his first priority had to be getting the station back on track. That was the only way he could leave and get back to the US. Back where he belonged. Not here with old memories stirring him up and a dark-haired temptress making him want to do things he knew deep down he shouldn’t do.
    With a sigh he lifted himself out of the chair. He wanted to get today’s meeting with Faith over with. Once he saw her in the cold light of day he was sure his feelings of lust would dissipate. Then he could get on with convincing her to drop her show and take on something else. Maybe not the weather. Maybe she’d like a spot on the rejigged breakfast programme. She’d make a great morning presenter. Perky, happy, funny. Cute accent and even cuter arse. Perfect.
    ‘Good morning.’ Her voice poured over him like warm coffee. He strode to the chair at the head of the table, shaking off the warmth as if it were particles of ice.
    ‘Morning, Faith. What have you got for me this week?’ He didn’t look up; he stared at the folder he’d set down in front of him and started writing something on. He wasn’t sure what.
    ‘I want to do a show on the top seven sexual fantasies for women. We did an online survey and I’d like to hire some actors to act them out, interview some experts and find out why women are so hot for them.’
    Cash swallowed hard. ‘And who are you suggesting we get to advertise during the programme?’
    Faith’s smile faltered.