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them both, but Katinka’s orchestration of the meeting had thrown me completely
off my stride. My nerves came tumbling back and all I could stammer was, “Wow.
She’s quite a woman. I’m not sure why she needs me.”
    That
gave him an opening to admit he’d cheated on her—and for me to see how I felt
about that—because maybe he wouldn’t be so attractive if he was bragging about
his conquests. Instead, he smiled in a sexy self-deprecating way that made me
want to fuck him even more, and said, “She’s totally neurotic, but I love her.
Please say you’ll take the job and make her happy.” I was about to say Yes
please , when he added, “No way am I having sex with anyone but her. I just
can’t convince her. So if this set-up makes her happy...”
    He
shrugged, and gazed at me as if I’d understand completely.
    Instead,
I blinked at him, even more thrown than I had been when Katinka had left the
room. This new development was the last thing I’d expected. Stupidly,
I’d thought any man would be happy to fuck me, so Finn’s blatant rejection was
an axe-blow to my feminine pride. How did I expect to do this job if men didn’t
find me attractive? I could feel my stomach swirling low and sick, and was so
embarrassed I didn’t stop to think. If I had, I might have realized this wasn’t
about me. It was clearly about him and his conscience. Instead, I blurted, “You
don’t want to have sex with me?”
    “No,
I don’t,” he replied, categorically, and I felt my face go hot. Just as
suddenly as I’d wanted to take the job, I now wanted to leave. ASAP. Every
insecurity I’d ever had about myself as a desirable woman came crashing back. I
was clearly nothing more than the ‘stupid whore’ the nuns had always told us we
were in danger of becoming.
    In
that moment, I was so overwhelmed by the shock of his rejection, I didn’t even
realize he was saying I could stay and not fuck him. So I snapped,
“Thanks for wasting my time,” and stood to leave.
    He
bounded out of his chair and grabbed my arm, saying, “Wait, Maree!”
    But
hearing the fake name I’d created only made me feel worse. I’d been kidding
myself that I could handle this in a businesslike manner, and in that moment I
felt like a tramp, thanks to him. I glared at him and tried to pull away but he
held on, and something hot licked the space between us. His fingers tightened
and his eyes widened, as if he’d just realized something about me, something
that shocked him.
    I
wanted to hate him—sanctimonious bastard—but all I could think about was how
sexy it felt to be restrained by a man I wanted to fuck. My breaths got
shallow, and something about the intensity of his gaze made my skin prickle and
my head feel light. Up close, I could feel his warm breath on my face and I
couldn’t help glancing at his lips, wondering for an illicit second what they’d
feel like sliding across mine.
    Then
I remembered that the attraction was one-sided. He didn’t want me, so I lowered
my voice into what I hoped was cold disdain and snarled, “Let. Me. Go.”
    Unfortunately,
Katinka chose that moment to return. She took one look at Finn’s hand on my arm
and my cranky frown, and her own expression clouded over. “What’s going on?”
she asked. Reasonable enough question.
    “I
was leaving.” I snatched up my handbag with my untouched questionnaire and
stormed for the door.
    She
trailed me there, alternating between questions and pleading that I reconsider,
but I couldn’t get out of her house quickly enough. Unfortunately for me, my
hands were trembling so much I fumbled my keys and they dropped out of my hand
and bounced off the decking trail and into the goldfish pond below it. I
watched them hit a lily pad before disappearing into the murky depths.
    Just
like that I was trapped, and whether it was the emotional build-up of getting
there, the wine she’d fed me, or mortification at being so blatantly rejected
by a hot man, I did what any