Desires Die Hard

Chapter 90

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?”

reconsidered the contract?” Evan asked patiently.

mind. Had she not

to understand the concept of a refusal.

was simply desperate to have

that kind

cool as she repeated her refusal. “I’ve given you my answer.

won’t reconsider the offer?” Evan stared right

her soul. The young man knew that he

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

no experience when it came to

views, women required no courting. He could simply buy them for a

her a million dollars every month, her answer would still be ‘no‘.

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

who would put themselves up for sale

was to stay as far away from this man. He had no

Welton, I think I’ve made myself very clear. I’m not interested in

down, Anya MacMillan,” Evan said carefully as he narrowed his dark eyes. There was a

you plan to force me to do something I don’t want to do, Mr. Welton?”

anger.

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

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

man who knew

how to

beauty, wealth and

had droves of women who would flock to