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She frowned and looked back at the man. She could see the resemblance now. He had the same
honey-coloured eyes, and same jaw line, but his lips were thinner and his hair was a warm sandy colour,
almost strawberry blond.
He nodded at her, his eyes narrowing the tiniest amount and the corner of his mouth tugging into a smile
that she swore was meant to be seductive. She dropped her gaze to her notes, frowned at them and then
took a sip of her coffee. Her heart thundered.
It seemed Erik wasn't the only man who could fluster her with just a smile.
A thick wad of paper appeared in front of her. She stared at the first few lines, seeing Erik's name and
that of his brother. Drawing it towards her, she wondered why he was entering into a contract with his
brother and just what it was for.
The room hushed as everyone read through the contract. She noticed that the only people not reading
their copy were Erik and his brother. They were staring at each other and she could feel the tension
radiating off them.
She shifted her attention to the contract and scanned the first page, flicked through to the next, and then
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looked at it as a whole. There were at least forty pages, all jam-packed with what seemed to be
paragraphs about asset sharing.
She was halfway through when lunch was announced. It passed by quickly, nothing more than a short
break in which everyone milled around passing niceties. She excused herself and went to the toilet,
desperate to freshen up. The temperature of the room was rising as the sun moved around to hit the
courtyard. Everyone returned to reading the contract after lunch and before she knew it, she was almost
three quarters of the way through it. The door opened and someone came in, announced that more food
was on its way, and then disappeared again. She frowned at her watch. It was late afternoon.
Her gaze shifted back to the contract and stopped on the last paragraph she'd read.
It was about blood.
What kind of contract had a clause about blood in it?
She looked at Erik, torn between asking and not asking. She knew that this was meant to flow smoothly,
no questions asked, just read the contract and let them sign it, but there was something very wrong about
a contract between two parties that so evidently hated each other and a contract that mentioned blood.
Erik turned to look at her and then at the contract. She knew her finger was resting on the paragraph.
She watched him read it, frown and then look at his brother and sigh.
"Finally ... food, Alistair said as the door opened. She looked across at him. He grinned at her.  I'm
starved."
Erik stood sharply. She stared at his right hand. It was clenched into a fist and shaking. She raised her
eyes to his face and saw he was staring across the table at his brother. Her eyes moved to him. His
brother was staring at her. There was a hunger in his eyes that unnerved her. She got the impression he
wasn't starving for food.
Standing, she smiled when Erik looked at her, his eyes dark and saying things that she didn't dare
believe. His reaction had nothing to do with the fact his brother had clearly come on to her. She was
thankful for the distraction when Laura came over, nudging her out of the way so she could talk to Erik.
The food was laid out on the table and she went to the coffee urn, desperate for another caffeine fix.
Simon opened the doors onto the small garden and she took a deep breath when cooler air washed over
her, waking her up and lifting the oppressively muggy air of the room.
She went to the balcony and sipped her coffee, grateful for a break from reading the contract and from
sitting next to Erik. Being so close to him was too distracting. She just couldn't focus on her work when
he was near her.
"There seemed to be something you didn't like in the contract, an amused voice said and she felt
someone step up close beside her.
Really close.
She looked up into the eyes of Alistair. He smiled broadly and devoured a small neat triangular sandwich
in one bite.
"Paragraph 157, she said, watching his expression closely.
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He cocked a brow, the smile remaining fixed on his face, and then leaned closer to her. He smelt like
sin dark and enticing.
"Wouldn't you like to know about that one, he whispered, his breath cool against her face.
She frowned. There was definitely something not right about this contract. Alistair grinned and licked his
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