With that he turned and strode from the room, hoping that she would not see the tell-tale bulge that just the sight of her cleavage had slammed into him. What was wrong with him? He was acting like some horny, hormonal, teenage boy, not a man who regularly dated some of the most beautiful women in the world. Gritting his teeth, he tried to unclench his fists as once more his mind wrestled with the question which was eating away at him, ‘Who the hell was Joseph?’