Secrets Of The Billionaire's Heart

twist. Samantha was right in the middle of doing her presen

id. "Mr. Thornton wants to meet with you today in a private lun

in the original schedule, and it would mean she'd be

, trying to modulate her voice

ent service. Samantha arrived to find Greg already seated at a quiet corner table. He t

d, standing to greet h

e sat down again. Something in the simplicity of the a

unnerving eagerness. Samantha tried hard to keep the conversation firmly on work, but ther

ked, tipping back in his chair. "I'm just

e passion in art and design. After my college, I worked

ou're obviously talented. I'm glad we c

nal-into areas of her life that were becoming increasingly intrusive. She was beginning to wonder what all

anced at it, and his expression changed a bit. "Just a min

ng had whipped her in a swirl of emotions when she was trying to be calm. It was much more acute interest th

, he said, "Sorry about that," trying to smile, "I wanted to talk with you about

mach tightened

ast-minute stuff and see how we might make some im

left the restaurant, a jumble of anxiety laced with curiosity racing in her mind. Wha

e later that afternoon. The receptionist led her back to the conference room, w

d, gesturing her to a seat. "I wanted to addre

air, her heart thu

onversations, so much so that I can't help but notice something familiar in you. I have done some checking around to see

rotected for all these years, was ab

when she really was upside down. "But my past is in the past.

idn't mean to intrude. I just wanted to know why your name s

"I understand, but my focus is more on this project

eflective. "Of course. Let's get do

to Gregory's very intrusive questions, which had woken up something in her she desperately wanted to ke

he meeting had left her somewhat scarred. Greg's interest and persistence showed no signs of fading whats

, eyes scanning-as always, on guard. She really couldn't af