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him. His stare pierces through me, an ambiguous smirk smeared all over his face. He shakes his head and leans back under the shower’s water, running his fingers through his hair. Cheeky fuck! I snort to myself.
    “So if you want my brother to come and visit, I’m going to have to go and invite him … How about this afternoon?” I speak as naturally as possible, knowing full well that I’ll be going to the agency.
    “Good. I have some work to do,” he replies as if it’s nothing.
    I hope someone is monitoring him when he’s going to do some work . My body still buzzes under the sensation of the running water. I run my hands down past my breasts and I cup myself underneath. I let out a whimper the moment my fingers touch my augmented clit. I want to finish off what Tench started. I want him to want me like I do him . The water sounds quieter within the space and I hear the shower door close. I open my eyes to Tench leaving the bathroom without so much as a glance behind him. I scoff in frustration. How is it that he’s getting the better of me ? I need to pull myself together. Maybe giving into him isn’t the key after all? Maybe he likes it when I don’t give him what he wants? He’s not being as easy as I had him tagged. My mind spikes with excitement. This could be fun. But for now, I need to wash Tench off me so that I can refocus and hear the love of my life’s words for the last time. Can my life be any more twisted than this shit right now?
     
    I take a moment to enjoy the magical sparkling harbour through the windows of the mansion as I make my way down the stairs. I will never tire of that spectacular view. Tench paces beside the window’s edge, talking on his phone.
    “I want to arrive by Wednesday … I would prefer to stop in Beijing. There are always less customs issues there … Okay, call me when it’s sorted … At this stage there will be three of us travelling ... No, one hostess is fine.”
    He ends the call and sees me at the foot of the stairs and instantly smiles. I’m still reeling over his sexually frustrating antics this morning, so his amazing smile makes standing difficult. In fact, I always want to be horizontal whenever I see Tench. He is good for that.
    “You look gorgeous. What’s the occasion?” My dead boyfriend’s will and testament is about to be read out to me, asshole. I clench my jaw through my fake smile. I look down at my high-waisted navy blue-and-white striped skirt and white sleeveless buttoned-up blouse, and brush it down to hide my annoyance.
    “I’m going to see Charlie later for dinner tonight, so don’t wait up for me.” Tench’s rough stubble on his cheek rubs against my lips as I kiss him on the cheek.
    “Don’t think you’re getting away with it that easily,” he says as he grabs my arm and rips me down to him. Swinging me around, he wraps me in his arms and kisses me deeply in a very theatrical display. I kiss him back with a frustrated, angry, bitter and generally pissed-off amount of passion. Our tongues battle for dominance. Our entire kiss becomes a battle of who can tease the other the most. Unfortunately I am so many kinds of fucked up at the moment so I am far from turned on by this. I can feel Tench getting frustrated from my lack of response so I pull back out of his embrace. His eyes study my face for a moment. What is he looking at?
    “You have me completely bamboozled, you know, Miranda. You do things to me that I didn’t think this cold heart was ever possible of feeling. But I probably shouldn’t have told you that because you may not come back again. You sure you won’t take Toni with you?” His confession sounds so genuine. I want to believe he’s good. But he’s not, not even close.
    “I’ll be back,” I say and kiss him on the end of the nose as he runs it past my lips.
     
    I drive the Mercedes out of Tench’s winding driveway as fast as I can, not looking in my rear-vision mirror even once. No matter how fast I