Desires Die Hard

Chapter 82

“Mr. Lang, did Mr. Welton tell you why he needs me in his office?” Anya asked calmly. She shouldn’t jump to conclusions so easily.

“He didn’t tell me why. Why don’t you follow me upstairs, Ms. MacMillan?” Hayden smiled polite as the lie flowed from his lips. He eyed the young woman before him and thought privately to himself that there was no way he was telling her the

truth.

Honestly, Anya was very pretty. It explained why Evan had instructed him to draft a contract last night that would make Anya his lover should she sign the papers.

It was obvious that this wouldn’t be an ordinary relationship between romantic partners. Hayden had no idea if Anya would agree to such a relationship. He was honestly worried for his superior.

Couldn’t the man court the young woman like how the typical young man would a woman he was interested in?

Why was he proposing an illicit relationship that traded sexual services for payment instead?

It was impossible to read Evan’s mind. He was but a mere personal assistant. How would he know what Evan was thinking?

“Right now?” Anya asked reluctantly. She really didn’t want to go.

She still remembered the kiss that Evan had forced on her last night!

What if he tried it again?

No way. What was she thinking?

Evan could have any woman he wanted.

Why would he try to kiss her again and suffer her rejection? He probably had questions for her.

sure of

ready to leave

was no way she could take back what

some money.

ended up following Hayden upstairs to Evan’s office.

to keep her job at Welton

one of her least favorite

folder in her arms. Her

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Chapter 82

with each other in the elevator. Anya twisted her face

of her murderous glares when she had seen her. She, too, turned her eyes away.

two young women were busy ignoring each

to get Anya into Evan’s office. He didn’t care about anything else.

elevator arrived at the lavishly decorated

out of the elevator before following her out. The gesture caught Sydney by

was going

doing

into tight, angry fists. Anya had lied

had

help it. She was intensely and

prettier and smarter

in class when

eyes were rimmed with envy. A streak of panic coursed through her head as she

out after her. She didn’t even care that Hayden was