her and Lily told herself she deserved it for looking to bring more ‘life’ into her dreary existence. Whose bright idea was it again to indulge in something fun and exciting? Pamela had made it sound like a great adventure. Lily now wished she’d never listened to her best friend. She’d certainly had never dreamed it would entail running into the last man she’d have expected to meet in such circumstances. She was suddenly conscious of Vincent and Pamela rising to have a go on the dance floor while Maxwell laughingly declined. The music pounded as loudly as ever but nothing really registered, not even the alcohol she now had swirling through her system. All she’d been conscious of all this time was Maxwell. So close next to her she could reach out and touch the hand he had placed negligently next to his glass on the table. Thinking about the ways she’d fantasized about his hands touching her body had goose bumps rising on her exposed flesh. Something made her glance his way and sure enough, he was regarding her with deep speculation. “Now that we’re alone,” he said thoughtfully, before tilting his lips in a mocking smile. “If you can call this alone. But then the night is young and who’s to tell where it might lead us. I’ll admit, sweet Lily, that there’s always been something about you. Knowing as much as I do about women – which is a whole damn lot – you always struck me as not being exactly as you seemed. And now tonight has proven for certain I was right.” “I don’t know wh…what you mean,” Lily stammered, hating the tremor in her voice. Showing him any kind of fear or nervousness was a mistake but she couldn’t seem to stop the way her heart ran so fast she could barely breathe. “The point I’m trying to get at, Lily…is that I’m suggesting you buy my silence,” Maxwell said plainly, meeting her wide-eyed gaze squarely even as he smiled with barely veiled satisfaction. “If your boss – my best friend – ever gets to discover his trusted and virginal-type employee actually moonlights as a call girl, what do you think he’ll do?” Lily almost fainted. She felt torn with injustice as well as anger and shame. “I’m not a …” “He’ll fire you,” Maxwell went on with a cold gaze that froze her. “Kick your bouncy little butt out on the street for daring to try and sully the name of his prestigious law firm. James for all his magnanimity wouldn’t like to know he’s been made a fool of. He’ll probably make sure you never work in this city again.” “Why are you doing this?” Lily breathed, shocked. Maxwell Craig shrugged. “Let’s just say I hate being fooled. Did you enjoy laughing at us all behind your thick-framed glasses and frumpy clothes, knowing what a freak you hid inside? And I know you’re freaky, Lily. I’m going to spend the rest of tonight proving that single fact.” Lily’s chin lifted with bravado she didn’t completely feel. “How do you propose to accomplish that?” “Why, when I get to fuck you of course,” he said factually before grinning and taking a casual drink from his glass. Lily gasped, blushing deeply as outrage coursed through her. “How dare you…” “Drop the act, Lily,” Maxwell snapped, placing his glass down with a decisive ‘thump’. “As it happens Vincent is a potential client I’m hoping to wheel in as a personal favor to James. That’s why I never let on that we’ve met before. You work for James’ firm – or you do for now. At present I have no wish to jeopardize that or the possibility of not closing the deal with Vincent when he finds out the ‘companion’ he hired for my pleasure is actually James’ employee. Imagine how messy that looks.” “Point of correction. I wasn’t hired for your pleasure…” Lily began heatedly. Maxwell sneered. “I might seem genteel but trust me I know how this works. You’re paid to provide companionship and whatever comes with that. Don’t