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me a look and I turn away, focusing my attention on my fingernails.
    “Be ready at six. You c an go now and organize yourself, I know I haven’t given you much time.”
    “What’s the meeting for?” I ask.
    “Just usual business, six o’clock, don’t be late.”
    “Yes , boss,” I mutter as he storms out.
    Magic. Cranky boss, awkward business dinner. Nothing wrong with that!
    ~*~*~*~*
    Luckily for me he gave me time to get ready because it took me a good three hours to find a dress, do my hair and make-up and talk myself up for the part. I know I am just there to look pretty, but it’s nerve-racking all the same. When Marcus collects me at six, I can’t help but take in his perfect black suit and the way it hugs his body. His dark hair is still damp from his recent shower and it’s perfectly messy, giving him that rugged but oddly professional look.
    “You look utterly gorgeous,” he murmurs, taking my arm.
    I flush the entire way to the car waiting outside. I feel heat radiating through me as the tender touch of his hand on my arm cascades through my body. When we get in the limousine to head out, I feel nerves begin to flurry around in my belly, I hope I don’t say or do anything stupid. Marcus is on the phone the entire way to the restaurant. When we arrive, the door is opened for me and I step out into the warm night. Marcus follows a moment later and takes my arm. People on the sidewalk click pictures and call out to him, it’s like they just appear out of nowhere. It’s kind of creepy really. Do they just sit all day waiting for a famous person to walk past?
    Marcus simply smiles, answers basic questions and then proceeds to walk into the restaurant. We go through the beautifully decorated space, and to a private area out back. When we step through the wooden doors, three men are at a table decorated with a gorgeous red table cover and the finest china. A crystal setting surrounded by candles is perfectly set out in the middle of the table. All three men stand when Marcus enters and when they turn, I skid to an abrupt halt. Marcus stares down at me, no doubt about to hiss at me for stopping so suddenly.
    My skin pickles and I can’t seem to make my legs move. My world begins to spin as I lay eyes on the man w ho ruined me. Benjamin Ford stands just five feet away from me and by his expression, he’s as shocked to see me as I am him. Soon enough though, his lips curl and his eyes narrow. I feel sick, I’m going to throw up all over Marcus’ shoes. I want to move when Marcus begins speaking to one of the men, but I can’t hear anything he’s saying, eventually he stops and turns to me.
    “Miss Walters, are you ok?”
    I can’t breathe, I can’t. All I can see are those eyes on me, those grey eyes I once loved. Ben hasn’t changed an ounce, his hair is still that thick blonde, his skin still that beautiful olive. To look at, he’s an extremely attractive man. Behind the scenes, he’s a monster.
    “I’m sorry , sir,” I whisper. “I need to leave.”
    Marcus is staring at Ben now and his eyes flicker back to me.
    “If you’ll excuse me gentlemen, I won’t be a minute,” Marcus says.
    I stare at Ben once more and h e smiles at me, which only makes me want to throw up even more. Marcus leads me to a private back room and closes the door.
    “What is going on?” he asks, turning to me.
    “Please,” I say carefully. “I just want to go.”
    “Miss Walters, you will tell me what that was about.”
    His eyes are stern and it frightens me, which is my undoing. With a shake of my head, I turn and hurry out of the room, muttering an apology. If he fires me over this, so be it, I can’t stay here and I can’t talk to him right now. He calls my name but I don’t stop. I rush out past the other men and out the front door. Ben is behind me by the time I get to the limousine.
    “Sierra, it’s really you.”
    I spin around. “Leave me alone!” I cry.
    “I haven’t seen you for a year, but