His Secret Desire by Drew Sinclair Page B

in
the heat of the moment, barely considering her words. Now that they
were out there the effect was beyond ridiculous; the thought of
taking care of his physical needs set of a minor explosion of
prickling sexual desire between her legs. It wasn't what she needed
at this precise moment.
    "I'm not a teenage boy Ms. Maldon." He said,
noting the twitch the words had sent through his cock. He might not
be a teenage boy but this woman was making his body behave like one
with her brassy, sassy and direct language.
    "If I engage you professionally then I assure
you that the utmost professional decorum will be maintained at all
times."
    "You sound like a sociopath Hargrave. Did
anyone ever tell you that?"
    "And you sound like a girl Mike Hammer Ms.
Maldon. Did anyone ever tell you that?"
    "If you know about Patterson then why would
you even want me to work for you?"
    "Because I know that Jack Patterson is one of
the biggest ignoramuses in the world of pro football. What
surprises me is that you agreed to work with that moron in the
first place but then refused to consider either me or my brother
Dale as clients."
    "So you and your brother both like to play
stalking games. That's as creepy as it get."
    "He's not stalking you. He gave me your
number right after he told me that he had just had a narrow escape
from you today. He saw your mug on CNN not a half hour after you
turned his business down flat."
    "So that's how you got my number, but why the
hell would he even give it to you? What did you tell him? That you
wanted to hire the failed privacy consultant yourself?"
    "I told him I thought you were beautiful."
The words disarmed Katy momentarily. Clayton continued on. "I told
him I was interested in meeting you and that I wanted your number.
He warned me to stay away from you, but he also knows that when I'm
serious about something then I don't let anything get in my
way."
    "You should take your brothers advice
Hargrave. He must be the smart one in the family because when I
told him to take a hike he high tailed it."
    "Dale is the brash one. I'm the smart
one and right now the question on my mind is why exactly would a
beautiful and mysterious young lady, obviously highly intelligent
and extremely accomplished, go on the run just because her face
showed up on CNN as a celebrity 'privacy consultant' for a football
player the whole world knows is an idiot?"
    "Are you waiting for an answer from me?"
    "I'm not expecting you to play ball right
away Katy, you will eventually, but in the meantime I can only draw
my own conclusions. And here's what I've come up with. First off,
your first name isn't Katy and your last name isn’t Maldon. Shall I
tell you what I think your real name is?"
    Katy's heart tightened. Her name was the key
to that would unlock all of her past, all of her most closely
guarded secrets. She couldn't bear to hear him say it out loud.
    "Stop." She said, her voice choked with
emotion. "Don’t say it. I don't want to hear what you think my name
is."
    He can’t know, he's bluffing. Stay low. Stay
clean. Leave no trace.
    Her heart had gone from frozen to pounding
hard.
    "Why is that Nadia--"
    "That's enough. I don't want to hear it."
    "Nadia Komerov."
    "It's enough. Don’t say my name any more.
Don’t use it. Not over the phone, especially not on the fucking
phone."
    The pain in that voice was new for Clayton.
He delighted in breaking down walls of silence, in gently squeezing
the darkest secrets from his women before he pushed them to
heartbreaking orgasm, but the rent tone in this woman's voice was
uncharted territory.
    He relented. It would be enough.
    "Okay, Katy… Ms. Maldon, whatever you want to
be called, just listen to me know. Take a deep breath, calm down,
I'm on your side and everyone who works for me is on your side as
well. Now take a look around you."
    Katy looked desperately from side to side,
like a hunted animal. The headlights of her car illuminating the
twilight woodland seemed tinier and lonelier