Rebecca. Now let’s enjoy lunch. I’ll order some more wine.”
A satisfied smile settled on her lips as she placed her knife and fork down. She then dabbed at her mouth with a white linen napkin before taking his hand. “You won’t regret this, Mr. Stone.”
Something clicked in his brain. Something that he knew he needed to understand. Just the simple way she’d dabbed the napkin to her lips made him search for answers. This innocent act seemed so familiar to him. Where had he seen it before?
The uneasiness he’d felt when they’d first met returned. Only this time its insistence wouldn’t quit. Where the hell have I seen her before? Where the hell have I seen those lips before?
Then it struck him like a freight train on a deserted track.
Oh yeah, he’d seen those lips before all right, just last night in fact. On that occasion their sexy fullness had been covered with bright-red lipstick. Shit. He’d acted like a dumb fuck. Why had it taken the best part of an hour to realize that the lady sitting opposite him was none other than Dana, the erotic dancer from Club Submission?
Don’t beat yourself up, man, this lady is a real chameleon. She’d fooled him. She’d fool her own mother with a transformation like that. It was definitely her. The same build. The same height. The same mannerisms. But hold on. What about the eyes? When Dana briefly lifted her golden mask at Club Submission, he’d been met with the most startlingly blue eyes he’d ever seen. Rebecca Miles had brown eyes. Shit. Perhaps he’d fucked up after all.
Wait a minute.
She’s wearing thick glasses. So what’s to stop her wearing colored contacts when she goes out at night?
Nothing.
It’s her.
Rebecca is Dana. Goddamn it, they’re one and the same woman.
He smiled and raised his glass. “To the future, Rebecca.”
She touched her wineglass to his. “To the future. You seem very happy, Mr. Stone. Amused even.”
“Knowledge is power, Rebecca.”
Chapter Four
Two months later
“Rebecca, I’m gonna call it a day.” Rob Ferino stood from his desk, his chair scraping noisily on the hardwood floor. He massaged the back of his neck and groaned before relieving the tension in his shoulders by rotating them. Rob was a real tall guy, she guessed about six seven, so suffered more than most when staring at a computer screen for hours on end.
She glanced at her watch. It was past seven in the evening, and she’d been working for almost twelve hours. “Sorry, Rob. I hadn’t realized the time.” She’d been with Cerberus Technology for just over a month now, and the team she’d organized was starting to gel. Rob would often stay behind far longer than strictly necessary. He was a great guy.
Rebecca poked at her glasses, which had the annoying habit of slipping down her nose. “Thanks for seeing the Beta program through to the end, Rob, now get on home to Samantha and the kids.” She laughed and shooed him away. “Scoot, mister. I’m almost finished here myself. I just need to check that these figures correlate correctly.” She grabbed a calculator and quickly began tapping endless numbers onto the keypad, guessing she must be getting tired, because she kept making silly mistakes. “Damn.”
He chuckled. “See you tomorrow, Rebecca.” He paused in the doorway. “Say, why don’t you come to my place on Saturday? We’re having a few friends round for drinks and a barbecue. We’d love you to come.”
“Thanks for the offer, but I’ve still got loads of unpacking to do.”
“Oh, go on. Live a little. Sam and the kids would love to meet you. She wants to see the lady boss who’s keeping her husband late every night.”
Rebecca couldn’t help but laugh at his comments and, almost on the point of saying no, finally relented. She guessed Rob wanted to introduce her to his wife in order to allay any fears she might have. A lot of women didn’t like their husbands working for a woman, especially if they