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.

her mind. Had she not turned the offer

man didn’t seem to understand the concept

Perhaps he was simply desperate to have

she wasn’t that kind of woman!

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

two hundred grand a month. Are you sure you won’t reconsider the offer?” Evan stared right into Anya’s eyes. It was

into her soul. The young man knew that he was

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woman he was interested in. He

no experience when it came

no courting. He could

his views. Even if Evan were to offer her a million

of the contract. Trying to

put themselves up for sale and

was to stay as far away from this man. He had no idea what love was at

myself very clear. I’m not interested in

MacMillan,” Evan said carefully as he narrowed his dark eyes. There was a hint of steel behind his

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

anger.

find a way to make you say ‘yes‘.” Evan released his fingers on Anya’s wrist. His eyes were dark with

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

was a man who

how to court or romance a woman.

to him. He had been blessed with beauty, wealth and power. He

of women who would flock to