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fire.’
    ‘I thought Tom was
supposed to be your friend.’
    Sam looked at her
quizzically. ‘What’s with you all of a sudden?’
    ‘What do you mean?’
    ‘Why should you care what
Tom Jackson gets up to in his spare time?’
    ‘I don’t care,’
she replied, annoyed with herself for showing her emotions. Of course she knew
about the rumours, didn’t everyone? She’d even interrogated Tom about the other
girls, many times, to the point where he’d threatened to end it all if she
didn’t stop banging on about his supposed flings. She was hardly in a position
to stand on the moral high ground, but even so, couldn’t Tom at least pretend
that their affair meant something to him? It certainly meant something to her:
there were times when her mind would be so utterly consumed by thoughts of him
that she couldn’t think straight. She hated feeling so vulnerable, hated the
hold he had over her, but as time went by she was becoming increasingly
dependent on him; like a drug that tasted so good but would ultimately lead to
ruin. She knew what she had to do, but every time he called or texted her, her
heart would rush as if injected with adrenaline and she would hear herself
agreeing to meet him, seemingly powerless to control her tongue as she
discussed with him the time and location of their next sordid encounter. As far
as Sarah Railton was concerned, whilst guilt was undoubtedly a powerful
emotion, it came a distant second to lust.
    ‘Look,’ Sam said. ‘It
doesn’t matter about Tom. I don’t give a damn about who he chooses to employ,
but I do give a damn when he forces them onto me.’
    ‘Sounds to me like
you’re just going to have to go with it and give her a chance. It’s not for
long, and you never know, she might turn out to be better than you think. I’m
sure Tom has his reasons for asking her to help you.’
    ‘I’m sure he has.’
    ‘Anyway,’ she said,
desperate to change the subject. ‘Enough shop-talk, okay? I’m home early, I’m
too tired to cook, and I can’t be bothered to engage in any meaningful conversation.
Which can mean only one thing.’
    ‘Let me guess: takeaway
and a movie?’
    ‘My thoughts exactly.’
    Sam smiled and winked
at her. ‘When you’ve been married as long as we have, you learn to read each
other’s minds.’
    A vision of Tom
sporting nothing but a sexy grin and a white towel flashed before her. She grinned
mischievously at Sam and said the first thing that came into her head:
    ‘I wouldn’t try reading
my mind if I were you.’

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    Sam
scrolled down the screen, paying close attention to the text, occasionally
raising his eyebrows or guardedly nodding his approval. Gabrielle Williams sat
anxiously beside him, like a schoolgirl waiting for her teacher to comment on
her latest homework assignment. She’d spent far more hours working on this
particular task than was necessary, staying until nine pm the previous evening.
Not that she was about to mention this to Sam; she didn’t want him to know how much
effort she’d put in.
    ‘You know,’ he said,
eventually diverting his attention away from the screen, ‘this really isn’t
that bad. In fact it’s actually rather impressive.’
    ‘Thanks.’
    ‘If you carry on like
this I’ll be out of a job by the end of the week.’
    ‘I doubt it. I’ve seen
your portfolio. You’re brilliant.’
    ‘Yes, well,’ Sam
replied, blushing, ‘when you’ve been playing with words for as long as I have
you end up becoming best buddies. I certainly wasn’t as competent at your age.
You’re a natural.’
    ‘Yeah, right.’
    ‘I mean it. You’ve captured
the corporate tone perfectly. This is precisely the sort of material that the guys
at Pilko will want to see.’
    ‘You mean boring and dull.’
    ‘No, I mean traditional
and true to their obsession with the company’s heritage.’
    ‘So,’ she said, staring
eagerly at him like a puppy begging for treats. ‘Can you trust me with