Dating and Other Dangers. Natalie Anderson

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СКАЧАТЬ woman with a vendetta? Please—men like you made up that kind of stereotype.’

      ‘So you’re not a woman who was hurt by some man and seeking payback? That isn’t why you set this thing up?’

      Her temper flared. ‘I set this up so people had access to information. All kinds of information.’

      ‘Because all men are bastards?’

      ‘Information about dating in the modern world,’ she corrected. But this conversation was futile. He was never going to understand—clearly his outsize ego was too bruised. ‘I don’t need to justify myself to you.’

      ‘Oh, I think you do.’ He leaned forward. ‘I think you need to justify your actions to a lot of people. And why won’t you come clean about it? Why hide behind online anonymity? Your employers here don’t even know.’

      She glanced out of those windows, wishing they were solid walls now. Of course they didn’t know. They’d totally disapprove. They stressed online responsibility and reputation—it was what she taught every new recruit. And she did not want to jeopardise her job. She’d worked too hard to get it.

      ‘I don’t cheat,’ he said firmly. ‘And I don’t swindle naïve girls out of their life savings. So why am I on there?’

      ‘You’ve obviously hurt someone.’ And she’d be reading the thread to find out how, the second she got the chance.

      ‘So where’s my right of reply?’

      ‘You can post a rebuttal. You just have to register and log in.’

      ‘What? And give myself an anonymous identity like the shrews on there?’ He shook his head. ‘I think you need to take ownership of the site that you’ve created. You need to take responsibility for the accuracy of the content and for the damage that can ensue from it.’

      ‘In what way has it damaged you?’ He struck her as bulletproof.

      He paused. ‘Reputation is an unquantifiably precious thing.’

      She knew that. ‘So what do you want?’

      He sat back in his seat, the back of his fingers brushing his mouth and jaw. She tried very hard not to follow the movement and focus on that mouth with its full lips. Instead she tried to meet his gaze—except it seemed it had wandered.

      She watched, steaming up, as he looked at her mouth, her neck, her chest. She saw the deepening fire in his expression and felt the response inside herself—her muscles shifting as hormones rushed. Beneath her blouse her breasts tightened.

      Of course her body would react to just a look from this too handsome playboy stud. Her mating instinct was so off.

      Slowly his lashes lifted and he captured her gaze with his gleaming one. ‘I guess if I have to prove it, then I’ll prove it.’

      ‘How are you going to do that?’ And why was she suddenly whispering?

      ‘Three dates,’ he said, just as softly.

      ‘Pardon?’

      ‘You and I are going to go out on three dates. You’re the judge, jury and the executioner, right? So judge me on the facts. I’ll prove to you that what’s up on your site is untrue.’

      She laughed—only one note lower than hysterical. It was preposterous. ‘I’m not dating you.’

      ‘It’s that or call your lawyers.’ His gaze coasted over her again, assessing in the most base way. ‘Got lots of money for lawyers, Nadia? No, of course you don’t. Otherwise why would you be working as a lowly HR assistant?’

      ‘The users of my forum sign a waiver.’ She tried to recover her ground. ‘I can’t be held responsible for what they put up there.’

      ‘It’s so convenient for you to hide behind that rule, isn’t it? I think it could be due for a test in court, though.’ He smiled sympathetically. ‘And it’ll take months. All that time off work … Everyone here at work is going to know, Nadia. And your family, friends.’ His eyes narrowed. ‘They don’t know either, do they?’ He went for the kill. ‘You’re going to need good lawyers for a long and expensive time, honey.’

      ‘You’re willing to waste that money yourself?’ Her stomach churned. He couldn’t be serious. Surely he wouldn’t do that?

      ‘I don’t think it is a waste. Anyway, I am a lawyer, I can represent myself.’

      Of course he was a lawyer. He was every inch an aggressive, adversarial jerk. Well, he wasn’t going to intimidate her. She swallowed back the bile burning its way up her throat. ‘I’m not taking your thread down. It’s freedom of speech.’

      ‘Actually, I don’t want you to take it down,’ he said thoughtfully. ‘Let’s face it, once things are out there on the web they’re out there for ever. What I want is a retraction.’

      ‘Then you need to contact the woman you slimed, not me.’ He didn’t need to involve her at all. Three dates? It was ridiculous.

      ‘They’re anonymous—I don’t know who they are.’

      They? Oh, how very nice. ‘And you can’t figure it out because there are so many possibilities?’ She widened her eyes in fake surprise. ‘Be honest.’ She snapped into attack mode. ‘What you really want is a suck-up piece, going on about how fabulous you are in bed.’

      ‘You’re offering to sleep with me so you can report with accuracy?’

      Her face went hot. So did every other part of her body.

      ‘I don’t need your approval to know my worth as a lover, Nadia. What I want is an acknowledgement that sometimes people put things up there with a warped perspective. Although what I really want is for you to pull the plug on this poisonous swamp of bitterness altogether.’

      ‘That’s not going to happen.’

      ‘Being a bitch is that important to you?’

      She shrugged. ‘If warning other women about jerks who want to use them makes me a bitch, then I’m happy to be considered one. For a long time.’

      ‘So how do you know what they put up is accurate?’

      ‘Why would anyone lie?’ It was simple. ‘I’ve already told you these aren’t women with a vendetta. These are women who’ve been hurt really badly.’

      ‘Women like you?’

      She froze for a nano-second. ‘It isn’t personal for me.’

      ‘Like hell it isn’t.’

      Grimly, she hid her fists beneath the desk and tried to think of a way out. But she was backed into a corner and she knew it. ‘Okay, then. You want three dates? Fine. But we go Dutch.’

      He winced theatrically, but that didn’t hide the satisfaction in his eyes. ‘Yeah, you would be that СКАЧАТЬ