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angle Hargrave? Your x-ray
specs couldn’t profile me, is that such a big problem for you?"
    "I've been wearing those glasses for months
and you're the first person to see them. To me that's a big deal.
You're also the first person in possession of modern technology
who's come up a total blank for me and that is a huge problem." He
paused. "However, like all problems, there is a solution."
    "I'm all ears."
    "You come to work for me at Hargrave
Robotics."
    Katy smiled.
    "Thank you Mr. Hargrave, but I'm not looking
for a job."
    "You haven't heard the conditions yet."
    "Okay, if it will keep you happy, what are
the conditions?"
    "Number one, you come to work for me
personally and exclusively. No other clients. My business and I
will be your number one and only priority."
    "I'm sorry Hargrave but I don't do
exclusivity deals."
    "Number two, you will take your best year to
date and then double the amount to arrive at your total annual
salary."
    He watched her, waiting for her reaction. She
did her best to remain cool. She didn't really know this man, this
could be all hot air.
    "Triple it and then maybe." She said.
    "Done. My last and final condition is that
you are totally honest with me, meaning specifically that I need to
know everything about you. No question is off limits. If you are to
protect my privacy this means you will learn a lot about my
personal life, likewise I need to know about yours, intimately and
in detail, if we are to trust each other and work together in
harmony."
    Katy started to laugh, although she wasn't
sure exactly why. Her entire body had suffered a kind of
contraction at the idea of revealing everything to anyone,
particularly to a stranger. More particularly to a stranger who she
had had two lightning fast sexual fantasies about since meeting him
just minutes ago. At the same time, the idea of learning more about
Clayton Hargrave, whoever he really was, knowing him in intimate
detail and learning about his personal life, was kind of thrilling
to her. If she was crazy enough to accept it, then this would be an
assignment like no other she had ever had.
    "Why are you laughing?" He asked.
    "You have no idea how totally ridiculous what
you just asked me is. Like I said, I don’t do exclusivity and as
for you learning everything there is to know about me? Forget it.
You either trust me or you don't, so the answer is no. We can
discuss you hiring me on the usual terms, but that's as far as it
goes."
    Clayton took a breath and then leaned forward
onto the table between them.
    "That Ms. Maldon, is unfortunately a bigger
problem than you spotting my technology or being able to evade it.
A much bigger problem. But it's not the problem I'm most concerned
about."
    A huge part of Katy wanted to just bolt and
run. This was unwanted interest at its most intense, but if she
just ran wouldn't it only make things worse?
    Clayton leaned in even closer towards her.
There were only a couple of people in the café now and just one
teenage staff member busy cleaning off a counter top.
    "Come here." He said to her. Katy didn’t like
being told what to do. Not usually, but there was something about
Clayton that was different. Her heart hadn’t stopped racing since
he had sat down in front of her. She had no interest in rock stars
or celebrities, not unless they were clients, but this man was
making her feel like a little girl again looking at her favorite
boy band member. It was compelling, intoxicating and incredibly
frustrating all at the same time.
    She leaned in towards him.
    He looked into her eyes with only inches
between them and my God was he gorgeous. She could only imagine
melting into bed with him, feeling his mouth against hers, his arms
surrounding her, and then in an instant he was there, really there;
his lips were against hers.
    This was happening. This was real and the
sensation was intoxicating. The daring nature of his public act of
stolen intimacy sent a rush of excitement swirling through her. it
was