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‘I shouldn’t want to kiss you,’ he said. ‘It’s a really, really bad idea. But yet…’

‘I know.’ I edged closer. ‘I want to too.’

Just as Theo leant forward to close the gap between us, the front door slammed.

We both flew off the sofa.

‘Sounds like you’re having a party in here!’ Glenda walked into the room. When she saw us standing awkwardly by the sofa, she narrowed her eyes. ‘Not interrupting anything, am I?’

‘No!’ I squeaked. ‘Nothing at all. We’re just practising. Rehearsing for the talent show.’

‘I see.’ She raised her eyebrow. ‘Well, I’ll leave you to your rehearsals.’ Glenda left the room.

‘Something tells me she didn’t believe us.’ I sighed.

‘I should go.’ Theo headed towards the door.

‘Yeah. Probably best. See you tomorrow?’

‘More than likely. Sleep well.’

As Theo left, I wondered how I would get to sleep tonight.

The fact that we’d almost kissed wasn’t about to evaporate from my brain anytime soon, and my body was buzzing. Feeling his hard body on top of me had set my blood on fire.

Now I was all worked up and feeling hornier than a dog on heat.

I knew what I wanted to satisfy me. More of Theo. But that would be a mistake.

Especially so close to the presentation.

The sensible thing to do would be to avoid him. Resist temptation. And maybe, just maybe, if I still liked him after the pitch, we could maybe hook up then. Edwin would’ve made his decision and there’d be nothing to risk.

Yep. That was the smart decision. That was absolutely what I should do.

Which was why it didn’t make sense that although I knew doing anything with Theo would be a huge mistake, I wanted to do it anyway.

23

Theo

‘How are the preparations going for the pitch?’ Father leant back on his leather chair.

I’d come to the office for some meetings and he’d asked to see me.

‘Fine,’ I replied.

‘Good. Send it over to me by the end of the week.’

‘Don’t you trust me?’ My eyes narrowed.

‘I can’t afford any screw-ups on this, boy. This needs to go through without a hitch.’

My nostrils flared. I wished he’d let me do things my way, without his input. How was I supposed to ready myself to run the company if he always kept checking on things? I wasn’t new to this. I’d secured deals worth billions for this company and still he questioned my abilities.

‘The presentation will be solid.’

‘I’ll be the judge of that. I need to make sure you haven’t become distracted.’

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