[In Bed With The Boss]

and everything to do with her past. At times like this-times that really mattered-the memories rolled up behind her like a giant

this man was said to be ruthless and cold-hearted. For her, that wasn't a winning combination of character traits. Looking into his deep-set, cynical eyes, she decided that there was something about his cool scrutiny that made him more menacing and intimidating than all the jungle predators put together and she knew in an instant that his pilot had been telling the truth about one thing-this man was no angel. Forcing her legs to move, she walked towards him, her briefcase in one hand, the other seeking the reassurance of the rough rope handrail. Even without the benefit of billions of dollars, Rafael Cordeiro would have attracted women. His hair was blue-black and swept back from a face that was as hard as it was handsome. The golden sheen of his bronzed skin betrayed his Brazilian heritage and the soft fabric of his casual shirt clung to shoulders that were wide and powerful. She watched for his reaction to her arrival but he revealed nothing. His mouth didn't shift into a smile and his eyes, so dark and brooding, showed no sign of welcome. It seemed that he was as unfriendly as he was handsome and the way he was looking at her made her want to sprint back up the walkway and leap into the departing helicopter. If she hadn't known better she would have thought she'd upset him in some way but she knew that wasn't possible. How could she possibly have upset him? He'd never even met her before. His animosity was a reflection of his personality, rather than their relationship. He just wasn't a people person. And clearly he wasn't about to make an exception for her. And it didn't matter, she told herself firmly. She didn't need him to like her. She just needed him to agree not to withdraw his finance. Keeping that in mind, she took the last few steps until she was standing directly in front of him. 'It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Cordeiro.' His mouth tightened and his eyes gleamed with impatience. 'This isn't a social visit or a children's party, Miss Thacker. I don't want or expect polite. I don't do small talk or pleasantries. I don't care about the weather or the nature of your journey. If you find that approach to business challenging, then you'd better leave now.' And a good afternoon to you, too, she thought, trying to hide her mounting dismay. Suddenly she wanted to do precisely as he suggested. Staring into those deadly, dark eyes, she really, really wanted to leave. But the helicopter was already far above them and the reason for her visit was still safely stowed away in her briefcase. She couldn't leave. She had a job to do. People depending on her. 'I can do facts and figures,' she said quickly, hoping that he couldn't see that her legs were shaking. 'I have all the documents in my briefcase. Everything you'll need to help you ma