Desires Die Hard

Chapter 19

“You’re mistaken, Mr. Welton.” Anya forced down the waves of humiliation and unease that she felt in the face of Evan’s blunt words and straightened her back. “It was an accident. I didn’t do it on purpose.”

Evan scoffed. An accident? He didn’t believe a single word she had just said.

His eyes darkened. His voice was husky and edged with a hint of intimidation. “Ms. MacMillan, I hope you remember what I told you. I don’t enjoy repeating myself.”

What was he talking about? Anya would be so happy if she didn’t have to see him again.

She was trying to stay away from the man. She wouldn’t try and make her life difficult by appearing before the devil himself time and again. She treasured her life and her job.

Anya bit her lips. She didn’t want to have to explain herself again. Evan wasn’t going to change his opinions of her. There was no point in her trying to salvage her reputation. He wasn’t going to believe a single word she said.

She took a deep breath. She was going to do her job. Her voice shook slightly as she tried to inject a dose of sincerity in it. “Mr. Welton, Jake told me to deliver you our plans for the latter half of the year. I’ve done exactly that. Can I go now?”

Evan felt an urge to keep Anya in his office. He probably thought she had set him up. After a year had passed, she had somehow found a job in his building. She must have something planned. Perhaps this was simply another one of her tricks. She was trying to reel him in by feigning disinterest.

am done reading the proposal,” Evan said before withdrawing his eyes from Anya. He grabbed the file he had

in front of Evan’s desk,

had to get that milk out of her breasts. If she didn’t do it right now, her

akin to having two huge boulders hanging from her neck. She dug her nails into her palms. Tiny red

from the agonizing swelling of her breasts. But it was a short–lived

the agony took its toll on

proposal, Anya’s forehead was damp with cold sweat. Her eyes were rimmed with redness. Her nails had sunk deep into her palm

this what you call a proposal?” Evan flipped the

1. up.

Her eyes were red. She looked like

“Ms. MacMillan, look at you right now.

man. She wanted to tell him ‘yes‘. Yes,

one year ago, she had been

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Then repeatedly accused her