So she had run.
Now, it seemed he had caught her, and she needed to understand why. She searched his face, but his expression was concealed behind dark sunglasses.
“You found me,” she said. “Why?”
“Why what?” His voice was without emotion.
“Why did you bother? I know I left without saying good-bye, but it must have been obvious I didn’t want your job.”
“Maybe I was curious as to why you changed your mind.”
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“I don’t normally do that sort of thing.”
“What sort of thing would that be?” he asked.
He wasn’t going to make this easy on her and staring into that hard blank face, it was slowly dawning on her that for some reason he was angry. Coldly, furiously angry, and again, she couldn’t understand why. So, she had left without saying good-bye. That was hardly a crime. He’d probably left dozens of women in the same way.
“Sleeping with men I’ve only just met.”
“I’m aware of that. Your lack of experience was obvious.”
What the hell could he possibly mean by that? That she’d been no good? She shook her head. “Anyway, all I’m saying is that I was off-balance that night. I was scared, and you sort of saved me and…” she floundered.
“…and you slept with me to say thank you,” he said. “How sweet.”
Lia winced at the sarcasm in his voice.
“Or perhaps,” he said, “the truth is, you slept with me so you would get a chance to search my office, and if that’s the case—” He paused and took off his dark glasses. “—then I’m curious to know just what it is you were hoping to find.”
Lia stared into those icy, green eyes and shivered.
“What were you looking for, Lia?”
Her heart plummeted. This was a nightmare. It had to be. How could he know? He must be guessing. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Luc laughed, but the sound held no amusement. “You were caught on CCTV.”
“On what TV?”
“There’s a closed circuit TV camera set up in my office. I have you on film.”
Lia turned away to give herself a moment to think. A truly horrible thought struck. She turned back to face him. “Just your office?” she croaked.
Luc smiled. “Don’t worry, your performance in the bedroom wasn’t caught on camera.”
Relief flooded her. The thought of what they had done being filmed was enough to break her out in a cold sweat. The thought of him watching it made her flood with heat.
“Mind you,” he said, “even putting aside the idea of industrial espionage, which I’m sure the police would be more than willing to investigate, there are a couple of extremely good shots of you—pretty much naked—that might possibly make a good pinup.”
“What?”
“You’re a good girl, aren’t you, Lia? Treacherous, deceitful, but basically a good girl.” He made the words sound like something dirty. “Or at least I’d bet the people you work with think you are. How would you like those pictures posted on the Internet?” He paused, no doubt to let the idea sink in. “Perhaps e-mailed to your friends, colleagues, the local newspaper.”
Lia shook her head, bewildered. “Why would you do that?”
“I won’t need to if you tell me what I want to know.”
Faintness washed over her. “You wouldn’t.”
He didn’t reply, and looking at that hard, implacable face, Lia knew he was capable of anything. The nausea rose suddenly, hot and bitter in the back of her throat, and she reeled away, stumbling in her need to put distance between them. She retreated into the stable and threw up until her stomach was empty then stood leaning against the wall for support.
“Lia?”
She thought about ignoring him, but knew he was unlikely to go away. “What?” she asked bitterly.
“What were you looking for?”
He was remorseless, and she felt the first stirring of anger. She couldn’t believe he had taped their meeting and was threatening to publish pictures of her. If they got out, there would go her clean-cut image and her chance at the sponsorship deal. She glared at him, in hatred. Even though he might be despicable, she had to tell him something.
“I need a drink. Come on.”
When he didn’t immediately follow, she stopped. “Look,” she said, “I promise I’ll tell you what you want to know.”