“MARTINE, COFFEE PLEASE.”
Nathan kept his head down and didn’t stop drawing, knowing that his executive assistant didn’t necessarily like fetching his coffee, but she’d do it if asked politely.
A minute or two later a steaming mug was placed down on the desk in front of him.
“Thank you.”
He didn’t look up, just kept his eyes on his work and ignored the clawing ache in his legs.
Emily was here and he wanted to see her. But he wouldn’t. He absolutely refused to. She was only one of the solicitors working for his company and although Saturday night had been good—f*****g hot, actually—he didn’t want to repeat it.
Of course, you do! Don’t f*****g lie to yourself.
A knock sounded on his door and he jumped. Emily stuck her head around the door.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, Mr. Johnson, but I
