The Deep End. AM Hartnett

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      ‘As do I. Some people just don’t get it, do they? Like the mother you were talking to earlier. She doesn’t understand why someone would choose to be alone.’

      ‘I don’t –’ She caught herself before she could tell him she didn’t choose to be alone. She simply was alone, because that was the life she had made. She had very few regrets, and when she did they were fleeting.

      ‘I have people in my life like that,’ he said, and laughed. It was a cynical sound he seemed to cover up after a moment. ‘Though I suppose it would be absurd to compare our situations, wouldn’t it? There’s a big difference between thriving on constant activity like you do and … well, me. Still, there’s something to be said for solitude, isn’t there, Miss Neely?’

      ‘Is that why you called in tonight?’ she asked, sure her voice shook a little as she did.

      ‘Are you asking if I’m looking for someone to validate my disdain for being alone? Am I so lonely I’d watch you like some horror-movie stalker? No, and there’s no need to be defensive, though I can hardly blame you after what I’ve seen. You’re often here alone, but sometimes you’re not alone.’

      A cold chill settled in every bone. Grace sucked in a deep breath to steady herself. She let the smile go, but held her chin high.

      So this is it. This is the moment when all those sinful little indiscretions are laid out before her. She’d always worried it would happen, but she could never have imagined Jacques Alain Taureau would be the one she’d be exposed to.

      After a moment, she said, ‘Mr Taureau, sir, am I fired?’

      ‘Something else we have in common,’ Taureau went on, his tone as cool as ever. ‘I like discretion. I like control. I like knowing that once we’ve both gotten what we want, there’ll be no complications to follow.’

      She couldn’t deny that his outlook mirrored hers, but it bothered her that it had been so obvious to him.

      ‘May I ask you something?’ she asked.

      ‘Please.’

      ‘Do you have cameras everywhere?’

      ‘I do, but not the CCTV monitored by security. My own.’

      ‘With sound.’

      The corner of his eye crinkled. What she could see of his mouth twitched. Was that a smile? She couldn’t tell, and his voice betrayed no emotion, let alone amusement.

      ‘No one knows about it but me and a few trusted acquaintances.’

      ‘And me.’

      ‘But you’re not going to tell anyone.’

      There it was: the challenge. She wasn’t going to reveal his secret and she knew it.

      ‘No, I’m not.’

      ‘Why not?’

      She crossed her arms over her chest. ‘For one, I understand your reasons. It’s not enough to keep your enemies close. You want to be able to manipulate them and if you know their secrets, you can pre-empt any moves against you.’

      ‘And for another?’

      She began moving around the table. ‘Because I’m not stupid, Mr Taureau. I assume you put the cameras here in October when the room was being renovated. You’ve seen me with about five different men in this office.’

      She could have sworn that smile got wider. He moved, his elbow now on the arm of the chair and his fingers against his temple. ‘Six men, actually. Not to mention the three times you sucked off John Stamp at his desk when you had your Christmas fling.’

      Grace stopped at the head of the table and leaned back. Inside, she was spiralling. Outside, she matched his composure. ‘You are thorough.’

      ‘So are you, in more ways than one.’

      She curled her fingers around the edge of the table. ‘Am I fired?’

      ‘What was his name? The last one, the one in Caroway’s office today.’

      ‘Sir, I’d like an answer to my question.’

      ‘You’re very formal. It’s like an on-and-off switch. I think you’re trying to take control away from me, like you do with your lovers.’ His chair squeaked as he leaned back. Still, he remained hidden in shadow. ‘No, you’re not fired. Not if you tell me his name.’

      ‘I don’t think –’

      The room filled with a chaotic sound: a woman moaning, panting, urging.

       ‘You are hungry for a cock, aren’t you?’

      Grace couldn’t breathe as she stared at the man in shadow and listened to the grainy voice of her man from Breton-Craig, and then her own.

       ‘You want to watch me rub my pussy while you fuck me?’

       ‘Spread you open and keep you wet like this all night long.’

      ‘Oh, fuck … just a little more …’

      The sound cut off.

      ‘His name.’

      If she couldn’t remember before, there was no way she’d think of it now. Her brain was fried. She no longer felt cold; she was on fire.

      It was another moment before her tongue loosened. ‘I don’t know, I can’t remember. He’s an executive with Breton-Craig. We flirted at dinner last night.’

      ‘Did you fuck him last night or did you wait until this afternoon?’

      Though she was beginning to feel cornered, she refused to give up her composure. She spoke matter-of-factly. ‘No. He was drunk by the end of the night, and I needed to be here at seven o’clock.’

      ‘Did you want to last night?’

      Grace nodded. ‘Yes, I did.’

      He said nothing, and she was fraught with turmoil. Taureau had been right; the need for control gnawed at her. She took the opportunity in his silence to try and gain some semblance of an upper hand.

      She gripped the edge of the table. ‘Is this the real reason you rang me tonight? You want the filthy details?’

      ‘I don’t need filthy details. I’ve seen them with my own eyes. No, I was curious. At one point in the video from today you looked right at the camera. I wanted to find out whether you were that clever and knew you were being watched.’

      He moved again, this time to reveal a little more of his face. He had a strong chin dappled with whiskers and a wide mouth. The burgundy shirt he wore was unbuttoned partway to reveal a lightly furred chest. Just the slightest hint of a naked body gave her a thrill she had to suppress.

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