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Callum offered her a cool smile, a warning in his eyes. “Welcome to Camden Enterprises, Miss Winnick.” He held out his hand toward her.

That piercing, confident gaze that had ordered her before to cancel her plans and go to dinner with him seemed to command something else right now:Don’t say a word.

Acid burned in her throat.

If he’d been anyone else...

Despite her anger, she could handle this gracefully.

She shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Scott,” she said in a monotone voice.

He gave a nod as though to say,Good job.Then he turned and went farther down the bar without another word.

Aiden gave her a sheepish look. “Callum’s been one of Quinn’s best mates since grammar school. But he’s not the most social. Don’t worry, he’ll come around. Hi, Luca.”

As Luca and Aiden struck up a conversation, Liddy’s head throbbed. Bitter disappointment seeped into her lungs, and she snuck a glance at Callum.

She wished she was the sort of woman who could just march up to him and tell him to fuck off. But he was her new boss. And shewasthe outsider.

Gritting her teeth, she felt the sting of tears in her eyes.

A twat?

A glorified intern?

Because . . . why? He didn’t even know her.

Asshole.

She dashed the tears away.This is just a minor blip on the radar of moving to a new country, Lid. Do not let his assholery get you down.

She would prove him wrong. This was her new start, and she would not let Mr. Scott destroy this chance.

Even if he pushed her hard at work and tried to make her quit, Callum Scott would never, ever make her want to cry again.

That’s for damn sure.

ChapterTwo

Now

Retrospectively,Callum should have known this would have happened the moment he’d seen her walk into the bar.

To begin with, his sole purpose for coming out tonight had been to get completely, obliterating, blindingly sloshed before stumbling back to his flat. And when he was going through these moments, he liked to drink aloneandavoid situations like this.

She’d been coming onto him for months.

It had been subtle at first—a flash of too much leg here, a low-cut top and careful dips as she’d set assignments on his desk there.

Now, with her whisky-flavored tongue shoved down his throat and her hand down his waistband, stroking his hard-on, the subtlety was gone.

And there was the fact that, even when she wasn’t throwing herself on top of him in the back alley near his flat, Miranda Kaster was sexy. He’d always had a thing for brunettes and Miranda had long, dark tresses that were currently draped across his face.

His brain blanked for a moment, lost in the sensual pleasure of her fingers wrapping around him.

Fuck, yes.

Except. . .