akes them to drink their coffee or eat their lunch, they’re transported to Brazil. With your initial investment we opened twenty coffee shops across London. We’re ready to open more,

rp prompt made her start and she turned her head and gave him a desperate look, hating herself for wondering how those long, bronzed fingers would feel on her flesh. What was the matter with her? She wasn’t the sort of woman who mentally undressed men the moment she met them. Especially not men like him. He wasn’t going to yield or compromise, she could see that. There was no softening, no gentleness and not a trace of warmth or humanity. For a terrifying moment she felt her confidence begin to crumble. The horribly familiar waves of panic began to engulf her and she dug her nails hard into her palms and looked away from him, staring at the trees for a moment while she struggled for composure. You can do this, Grace, she told herself desperately. You don’t need him to make it easy for you. Since when had anyone ever made it easy for her? Her entire life had been a struggle to prove herself and she wasn’t expecting this encounter to be any different. She used a precious thirty seconds of her time in calming herself and then she spoke. ‘I wore the heels because they seemed right with the suit,’ she said calmly, fighting against the sudden tension in the atmosphere. ‘And you owe me another minute of time.’ He leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowed. ‘I do?’ ‘Yes, because that’s how much time you just wasted talking about women’s clothing.’ There was a long, pulsing silence and then he inclined his head. ‘You still have eight minutes remaining.’ Grace started to breathe again. ‘Good. The only thing I want from you is an opportunity to present the facts. I came here because I want to change your mind.’ She wished, desperately, that he wouldn’t look at her but his gaze was unrelenting and she found it almost impossible to concentrate. The connection between them was electrically charged. Did he feel it too? Did he