Desires Die Hard

There was a unique timbre to Evan’s voice. Anya knew it was him instantly.

Startled, she whirled around and found herself staring straight into Evan’s dark eyes.

It was Evan!

What was he doing here?

He should be at work.

Anya wasn’t going to try and find out why Evan was here. He lived here, after all. He had every right to be in this house. She simply hadn’t expected him to be here right now.

Anya was beginning to regret her decision to help Mdm Welton design a new coat.

It seemed that she would be seeing more of Evan in the future.

The young woman’s thoughts began to wander. She yanked her mind back to the present and pulled herself together. Then, she took a hasty step back and greeted the young man with an utterly professional tone. “Hi, Mr. Welton.”

She had every intention of leaving after that.

The young woman shoved Mdm Welton’s coat back onto the rack and whirled around.

Evan’s hand shot out, caught her wrist and pulled her back. He wasn’t a monster. She didn’t have to be afraid of him. “Why are you running?”

She hadn’t seemed afraid of him when she had lured him into her bed a year ago.

Anya seemed surprised. She hadn’t expected him to pull her back. The young woman tried to tug her wrist free. “Is there anything you need, Mr. Welton?”

“Have you reconsidered the contract?” Evan asked patiently.

Anya was ready to go out of her mind. Had she not turned the offer down?

The man didn’t seem to understand the concept of a refusal.

Perhaps he did. Perhaps he was simply desperate to have sex with a woman.

Well, she wasn’t that kind of woman!

Anya tried to keep her cool as she repeated her refusal. “I’ve given you my answer. No.”

“It’s two hundred grand a month. Are you sure you won’t reconsider the offer?” Evan stared right into Anya’s eyes. It was as

If he were trying to look right into her soul. The young man knew that he was being a tad too forceful.

But he was simply a man trying to pursue a woman he was interested in. He was simply following his most primal instincts.

Besides, he had no experience when it came to courting women.

In Evan’s views, women required no courting. He could simply buy them for a price.

Anya didn’t share his views. Even if Evan were to offer her a million dollars every month, her answer would still be ‘no‘.

She would never agree to the terms of the contract. Trying to please Evan was akin to suicide.

Besides, who would put themselves up for sale and offer themselves to this man?

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“Mr. Welton, I think I’ve made myself very clear. I’m not interested in the money and I’m not interested in being your lover.”

“No one turns me down, Anya MacMillan,” Evan said carefully as he narrowed his dark eyes. There was a hint of steel behind his words.

“Do you plan to force me to do something I don’t want to do, Mr. Welton?” Anya spat out fearlessly. Her eyes flashed with

anger.

“I won’t make a woman do something she doesn’t want to do. I’ll find a way to make you say ‘yes‘.” Evan released his fingers on Anya’s wrist. His eyes were dark with hunger. “You should reconsider my offer.”

Anya found herself overcome by exasperation. She knew exactly what kind of man Evan was.

He was a man who knew nothing about love.

He had no idea how to court or romance a woman.

Perhaps everything had come too easily to him. He had been blessed with beauty, wealth and power. He was the most sought after bachelor in the capital city.

He had droves of women who would flock to him at the drop of a hat.

The young man had enjoyed the attention and adoration of women since he had been a child.

He would never humble himself to the lowly role of a suitor courting a young woman who had caught his eye.

He was interested in someone now and yet the first thought that had come to his mind was to bay her time and company.

What a pitiful man.

Anya couldn’t believe that she had been in love with such a man.

He knew nothing about love or respect.

A smile appeared on Anya’s lips at that thought. The slight crooked twist to her mouth was tainted with exasperation and

scorn. She would never agree to what he was asking for. If she were going to incur his wrath regardless what she did, why bother trying to spare his feelings? She threw all caution to the wind. “Mr. Welton, you have no idea what it means to love someone, do you? Why don’t you spend some time trying to figure that out on your own? I’m a busy woman. I don’t have time to play games with you.”

“If you insist on trying to pay me for sex, you leave me no choice but to quit.”

Having said her piece, Anya ignored the furious look on Evan’s face and cast her eyes aside. She pivoted on her heels and walked out of the walk–in wardrobe.

Evan stared as Anya left. The look in his eyes hardened. He couldn’t believe it. The woman had told him off!

She was just another woman to him.

He could always get another one easily.