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.

was sure of

ready to leave JK Couture

needed to build her savings because there was no way she could take back

some money.

thoughts. She ended up

keep her job

into one of her least favorite

pair of red heels. She looked like a skank. She had a folder in her arms. Her face was caked in makeup. The young woman looked

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young women exchanged a look with each other in the elevator. Anya twisted her

when she had seen

young women were busy ignoring each

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

elevator arrived at the lavishly decorated top floor of the

The gesture caught

she was going

doing here with

tight, angry fists. Anya had lied

had lied. She had broken her

She couldn’t help it. She was intensely and desperately jealous of

prettier and smarter than she was.

class when they

panic coursed through her head as she watched Anya make her way towards

after her. She didn’t