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attendant. Who but the very rich would put a chandelier in a lift? They probably had to
stop people from nicking the elegant crystals that suspended from it. What was the
expression? The rich are different ? They sure were. The lift was more luxurious than
her own home. Though Stella was not ashamed of her humble abode, she had to admit
there was something to be said about splendor and luxury. A girl could get used to it
quite easily.
Stella breathed slowly in and out to calm her nerves. She wasn t worried about the
interview. The only thing Stella could think about was Kit and why he had not
responded to her email, even if only to tell her to piss off. That she could have accepted.
Well, sort of. At least it would have been a response. It was the silence that killed her.
Two days had passed without a word from Kit. He was obviously out thieving
somewhere and too busy to contact the woman he supposedly loved. The one
overwhelming emotion that Stella felt was foolishness. Simone was right. You made a
fool of yourself over love. She had told Kit she loved him and he had not responded.
Not the most flattering thing to have happen. And yes, email was probably not the best
way to confess her love, but she was new to all this. Though, because he did not
respond, at least she didn t have the pain of looking in his eyes and realizing he didn t
love her.
Oh yeah, that makes it all so much better, Stella. She looked at the attendant who
looked politely back at her. I talk to myself all the time. I m harmless. The lift
attendant just smiled politely and was too well mannered to call her crazy. She had to
focus on the job interview and not on Kit.
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The woman who had called her sounded professional and courteous. She had asked
Stella to come and discuss a possible position that had just come up in their company.
Well of course she could, Stella had told the woman, wondering what the job was. She
had erratically applied for so many on an local online employment website that she no
longer had any recollection of what any of the company names were or what the jobs
were about. Anyway, what did it matter? They were just jobs, a means to make money
and pay bills.
When the lift stopped Stella stepped out into a plush foyer.
Wow. The lift had been an eye opener but the foyer was something else. No
generic landscapes or walls scraped by the previous guest s luggage here. Gold
patterned walls, more crystal and a carpet you could sleep on. She had stayed in motels
before but this place was beyond your simple bed and breakfast. Stella suddenly felt in
adequate in her Target-bought clothes. But she was not one to turn tail and run. She
knew she was the equal to anyone on the planet, Target clothes or not, so she followed
the attendant up to the door of the penthouse suite. It was time to gird her loins and get
that job.
The most impossibly beautiful woman opened the door of the penthouse suite. She
was elegant and stylish with her sleek black hair, finely chiseled cheekbones and pouty,
model mouth. You just knew she had never seen the inside of a chain store. Stella s
heart sank. Oh yeah, she knew she was the equal to most but this woman was beyond
comparison. Stella almost tuned tail and went back to the lift. But she accepted the
outstretched hand and clasped it in her own, noting the woman didn t have a single
scar or imperfection on her.
Please come in Stella, the woman invited her.
Whoa! So this was what a penthouse looked like. Stella knew she was probably
staring like some yokel but this would probably be the only time she would ever be in
one.
Nice place, Stella murmured casually as she took in lush, elegant surroundings.
The woman smiled in amusement. She liked Stella Rowallan on sight. She would do
nicely.
I ll just get Kit.
Kit! Stella spat out in amazement. Kit Kincaid?
That s right. She swept off to get the man in question.
Oh frigging hell. Now she got it. Kit was married. And this gorgeous creature was
his wife. Had she read Stella s email instead? How embarrassing. Instead of a good old-
fashioned eye-scratching-out catfight, as Stella would have done, was this woman now
letting her know that there was no way she could be a part of Kit s life as there was no
way she could compete with her? If so, Stella would have preferred a politely worded
email asking Stella to back off from this woman s husband rather than this. This was
humiliating. Stella turned on her heel and headed for the door.
Princess&
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Oh damn, that voice. Stella would know it anywhere. It was time to be cool and
calm and professional and then she would run like hell. There was no way she was
going to let on how much his being married affected her.
Kit, how are you? Stella was impressed by the tone of her voice as she turned
around and looked at him. Black trousers, white shirt and a loosened necktie adorned a
lean body she knew and craved. The man was professional, sexy and not hers.
Kit was amused at her cool tone. He could see in her eyes that she was upset. He
wondered why. Sure, he had not answered her email so she was entitled to be annoyed
but something more was upsetting her.
I m fine and you? Kit adopted the same polite tone.
Fine, thanks, Stella looked around the room and tried to act casually despite the
rage that was burning inside her. You could have told me you were married. She did
not add, Then I wouldn t have sent that damned email and made a fool of myself.
It was then Kit understood the emotional turmoil in her eyes.
Would it have made a difference? He approached her slowly, not surprised that
she was holding her ground in a pretence of not caring.
Stella didn t want this man anywhere near her. She had done too many dumb
things already with him. She did not want to add to the list.
Ah, yeah. I don t take other women s men. That was just trashy. And she
certainly wouldn t ever allow herself to be second best to anyone. She was surprised
that Kit would think and act otherwise.
That s good to know, princess. Kit started removing his tie.
Stella watched as he carelessly flung the tie to the ground.
So what is this all about? Is this some lesson you wanted me to learn? Whatever it
was, Stella didn t want to be a part of. She did not believe in open marriages.
No, Kit responded as he started unbuttoning his shirt. He saw Stella gulp
nervously in response.
What it is then? And why was he taking off his clothes? And why wasn t she
storming out all angry and affronted as any sane woman would? Maybe because she
was nowhere near sane and she was riveted to the spot by his sexy, slow striptease.
I want to offer you a job. Kit shrugged out of his shirt. He could see the desire in
her eyes.
Stella was angry as hell. How dare he put her in this position! He was offering her a
job out of pity and torturing her at the same time. Kit knew she wanted him but there
was no way she could have him if he was married. She watched as his hands went
down to his belt buckle. Stella felt the rush of moisture between her legs as she
remembered just what those trousers covered up.
Why are you taking your trousers off? Do you do this was all potential
employees?
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No, only you have that effect on me, princess. Kit dropped his trousers to the
ground and kicked them free. He wore no underwear to restrain the eager cock that
now faced her. So you need a job?
Stella stared at his cock, then backed up at him. Just remembering how it felt inside
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