Bound by Their Love by Nicole Flockton Page B

on the left side, Luc. Luc had looked at Jasmine the same way.
    Interesting, it looked like another of his friends had succumbed to the love bug. Jeffrey turned his focus back to Greta, pondering what might have been if things had been different in Broome. If they’d parted on a better note.
    He immediately squashed the thoughts of love. Lust was what he felt for Greta. He imagined he could spend a few weeks slaking that lust and then moving on. He didn’t do long-term. He’d learned long ago, when he’d almost lost his life. Love wasn’t for him.
    Ever.

Chapter 8
    Greta couldn’t help it. Her eyes kept flicking to the boxes sitting at the far end of the table. The presentation had gone unbelievably well. Even after the shock of seeing who Jeffrey Courteux really was. She’d expected him to come up to her after the meeting, but he was talking to Luciano.
    Her father’s assistant approached her. ‘Your dad would’ve been impressed with your presentation. It was a great idea to ask if the designer had any pieces to show you. They were absolutely beautiful. I loved your ideas for exhibiting them at the opening.’
    Greta loved her father’s assistant. She knew Joan was trying to make her feel better about her father’s lack of ap
    pearance. ‘Thanks, it would’ve been nice for him to show up. But I’ve learned not to expect much from him. If I win this account, he’ll have to notice me.’
    â€˜I have no doubt. Umm,’ Joan’s attention darted away quickly, before returning to Greta. ‘I have to speak to someone, excuse me.’
    Not giving her a chance to respond, Joan went toward the front of the room.
    â€˜You were amazing, Angel.’
    Greta took a few seconds to compose herself before facing Jeff. She slipped her presentation papers in her case and turned to face him. ‘Thank you, Mr Courteux. I’m pleased you liked the presentation.’
    â€˜Mr Courteux? So formal.’
    Formal was the only way she could handle the situation she now found herself in. ‘I can’t refer to you as Mr Court, can I? Seeing as that’s not your name.’
    â€˜But it is my name, sort of. Just a shortened version.’
    â€˜Apples and oranges. The fact remains you weren’t entirely truthful with me.’
    Jeff ran a hand through his hair, leaving some strands sticking up. Greta’s fingers itched to smooth it down. She remembered the silky feel of his hair. The way she’d gripped his head when he’d been kissing her.
    Her body shuddered and there was nothing she could do to stop it. God, she wanted to feel him fill her again. Take over her body and craft it into supplication, like he’d crafted the gorgeous pieces of jewellery on the table.
    â€˜It was your ankle I imagined that ankle cuff surrounding when I designed it, Angel.’ Jeff’s words whispered over her.
    â€˜Don’t.’ She sighed. ‘Don’t do this, Jeff. It won’t work.’
    â€˜What won’t work? I haven’t been able to forget you for the last month. Every time I close my eyes I see you. I want you.’
    Greta unconsciously swayed toward him. Wanting to be held in his arms again. She wanted to say yes. Yes, to everything he said. But she couldn’t. If she did, a part of her would be lost. It had only taken one touch last time for her to forget all about the reason for her trip to Broome.
    Standing straighter, she took a step away. ‘Well, I don’t want you.’
    Jeff laughed. ‘Liar.’
    The sound of raised voices at the other end of the room had her turning around quickly. Her father’s assistant looked like she was about to faint and Luciano’s business partner, Nick, had a face like thunder.
    â€˜What the hell just happened?’
    â€˜I don’t know. But I need to find out.’ Jeff answered, before striding off.
    Making sure she had everything, she made her way