Bound by Their Love by Nicole Flockton

She would know those glasses anywhere.
    What the hell was Jeff Court doing in this meeting?
    As he pulled his sunglasses off and placed them in his top pocket, realisation struck. The person she’d spent an illicit afternoon with, the person she knew as Jeff Court, wasn’t Jeff Court at all. He was the one and only elusive jewellery designer, Jeffrey Courteux. How had she not made the connection the day they met? It was so obvious to her now. If she hadn’t let her emotions take away her sense she would’ve worked it out when he’d said his name.
    She was so screwed.
    Jeffrey saw the moment Greta worked out his true identity. The colour leached from her face and she swayed on her feet. He thought for a moment she was going to faint. The minute she’d walked into the room, he’d known exactly who would be presenting the campaign.
    He moved toward her, ignoring the inquisitive look from both Luc and Nick as he walked past them. At all the other presentations, he’d taken a seat next to Luc and hadn’t said a word to anyone.
    â€˜Good morning, Ms Adamas. It’s a pleasure to meet you.’ He held out his hand as her eyes widened in surprise. She took his hand and warmth coursed through him. Filling all the empty spaces inside of him.
    â€˜It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Mr Courteux. ’ Her eyes never left his and he found himself drowning in them. Sparks of anger lit their depths. He smiled. He couldn’t help himself.
    She raised an eyebrow when she went to pull her hand away. Daring him to say something. He tightened his hold a fraction before letting it go.
    He went and sat next to Luc, disregarding the way his friend eyed him. Asking him silently what the hell that had been all about. He shrugged his shoulders. Luc didn’t need to know his business.
    Greta started speaking, her words washing over him. He concentrated on watching her mouth move, and imagined it on his body. When she asked him questions, he said all the right things. He had to admit her campaign was different from any they’d seen. It was bold and risky, just like her. He knew Luc probably wouldn’t go for it.
    Tough. It was his jewellery line.
    â€˜Do you happen to have a sample of your new collection here today, Mr Courteux? I’d really like to see it.’ He enjoyed the way Greta said his name.
    She was the first person to ask if he had any pieces with him. The other ad executives had said their spiel and answered the questions Luc asked. Jeffrey had suspected they wanted to ask the same question, but seemed unwilling to approach him. He was first to admit he’d been an arrogant arse and had kept his glasses on. He liked the untouchable stance they gave him.
    Kudos to Greta for, again, being bold and different. He knew she was challenging him too.
    â€˜Is it necessary to see some of the new pieces, Ms Adamas?’ Luc spoke before Jeffrey had a chance to respond. He bit back a grin at the way Greta bristled at Luc’s tone.
    â€˜With all due respect, Mr Morelli, yes, it is necessary. While I’m confident my campaign can deliver everything you and Mr Courteux want, being able to see the new pieces means I can give you some fresh ideas on the best ways to tempt the consumer into wanting to buy a piece.’
    Jeffrey watched Luc as Greta spoke; he could see the moment Luc appreciated her response. Luc was always all about business and Greta was all business. She’d won him over.
    That’s my girl.
    Luc gave a nod and turned to him. ‘Jeff?’
    â€˜Yes, I happen to have some pieces here.’ He heard the murmur of excitement from her colleagues seated at the table. He stood and went through a door into Luc’s office. He took a couple of deep breaths before he picked the pieces up. He knew he would have to control the urge to touch Greta. She’d haunted him since their time together.
    â€˜Are you okay, Jeff?’
    Jeffrey turned to see Luc