Secret Admirer by Susan Napier

suited him. For all his cold intelligence and calm business acumen, he was a man of extremes. He would hate as violently and completely as he loved, without compromise, without mercy. 'You're seeing him tonight, aren't you?' Neville said gruffly as she placed a familiar textbook on to the rest of the contents and tried to squeeze the lid shut. Grace didn't have to ask who 'him' was; it was implicit in every stiff, mistrustful syllable. 'It's my study night tonight, yes.' 'I still don't like it, you know, Grace. I don't like the way he's been sniffing around the company ... he's a bit too interested for my peace of mind. A bit too helpful and reassuring. You can't tell me that he's helping us out purely out of the goodness of his heart, because by all accounts he hasn't got one. I know you think that you're not telling him anything he doesn't already know, but maybe he knows less than you think he does. He's already practically got us over a barrel with his offer we don't want to give him any more leverage. What's he really up to? That's what I want to know.' Grace would like to know, too. After having virtually blackmailed her into accepting his help and threatening her with all sorts of sexual innuendoes, Scott had thoroughly disconcerted her by turning into a relentlessly impersonal taskmaster. When he had refused to let her wriggle out of the agreement he had forced upon her she had reluctantly shown up at his office that first evening, fortified by her acute embarrassment