Blackmailed Into Her Boss’s Bed. Sandra Marton

      Logan Miller glanced at her, then looked back at the road. ‘You’re right. I have no intention of hurting John Diamond.’

      ‘Then what…?’ She stared at his impassive profile, and fear twisted through her gut. ‘I don’t know what you’re up to,’ she said softly. ‘But no matter who you are or how important—’

      He started to laugh. ‘I’d never have thought you were prone to melodrama, Talia. You’ve even written a script, haven’t you?’

      ‘Whatever it is you’ve planned, you won’t get away with it.’

      He laughed again, the sound low and intimate in the confines of the swift-moving car. ‘I know what you’re thinking. And believe me, you’re wrong. I’ve never thought of a seduction as a punishment—but if I’d wanted to take you to bed, I’d have gone to San Francisco instead of bringing you here. That way, there’d be fewer complications when I’d had enough.’

      ‘You disgust me,’ she said, her voice trembling.

      ‘And you never want to see me again.’ His voice mocked hers. ‘Is that your next line.’

      ‘Look, you’ve had your fun. Why don’t we call it even? Take me back to the plane and tell your people to fly me back to LA. Or I can get a seat on a commercial flight—’

      ‘Are you married, Talia?’

      The question was so unexpected that it stunned her. ‘What?’

      ‘It’s a simple question. Are you married?’

      ‘No. But what does—’

      ‘Engaged?’ She shook her head as Miller glanced at her. ‘Are you involved with anyone?’

      ‘It’s none of your business. You have no right to ask me things like that.’

      His teeth flashed in a quick smile. ‘Humour me. Pretend you’re interviewing for a position at Miller International.’

      ‘I’d sooner starve than work for you or your company,’ she snapped. ‘Besides, there are laws against asking personal questions of a prospective employee.’

      ‘I make my own laws,’ he said curtly. ‘Now answer the question. Are you involved with anyone?’

      Talia stared at him. He probably did make his own laws, she thought, and a shudder went through her. ‘No.’

      Miller nodded. ‘I didn’t think you were.’ They were on a freeway now and the traffic was heavy. But the Maserati didn’t slow; Talia thought that the man beside her drove as he probably lived: capably but dangerously, taking advantage of whatever openings he found. ‘In fact, I’d have wagered on it.’

      Talia looked at him again, then turned away and stared out through the windscreen. ‘I hate to disappoint you,’ she said calmly, ‘but there are some women who have other interests in life.’

      ‘On the contrary.’ His tone was impersonal. ‘You don’t disappoint me at all. I was hoping you felt that way; it’s one of the reasons I brought you here tonight.’