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

to leave JK Couture yet.

to build her savings because there was no way she

some

of her thoughts. She ended up following Hayden upstairs to Evan’s

keep her job

lucky day today. Anya bumped into one of

a skank. She had a folder in her arms. Her

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women exchanged a look with each other in the elevator. Anya twisted her face away and

one of her murderous glares when she had

young women were busy ignoring each

Evan’s office. He didn’t care about

before the elevator arrived at the lavishly decorated top floor of the

elevator before following her out. The gesture caught Sydney by surprise. Incredulity and hate warred against the other as they colored her

that she was going to stay away

doing

fingers into tight, angry fists. Anya had lied to her.

had lied. She had

woman’s guts churned with rage and jealousy. She couldn’t help it. She was intensely and desperately jealous of her Anya. Her stepsister from a different mother.

prettier and smarter than she

class when they had been in

envy. A streak of panic coursed through her head as she watched

her. She didn’t