"I'll send you some of the best shots and we'll take it from there," Kevin informed Connor.

I frowned slightly. What was going on? I racked my memory for this job and knew I would have noticed if Connor's company had anything to do with it. But he owned a few companies and any one of them could have been responsible for this job.

"That's fine, Kevin. I'm sure they'll be superb." His voice was deep as his eyes drifted over me, reminding me I was still half undressed.

I had to escape so I left to go change, hoping that by the time I was back in my clothes Connor would be gone. I felt better equipped to deal with Connor in my jeans and shirt than sexy underwear, especially when he looked at me with those intense eyes.

When I wandered out of the small changing room, I handed the underwear back to one of the girls who was in charge of wardrobe.

Kevin was gone and Connor was nowhere to be seen. I grabbed my handbag and tightened my hold on it as I left the set.

It was after lunch already and I was tired. In my hurry to leave, I hadn't bothered taking off the makeup. I couldn't wait to get home to clean my face and soak in the bath.

My stomach tightened, reminding me I had skipped lunch. I was thinking about what I had in the fridge, when a tall, built guy stopped me when I exited the building.

"Miss Evans," the guy, who wore an immaculate suit, said as he brought my attention to the limo waiting by the curb. "Mr. price is waiting for you." He moved to open the door for me.

I contemplated what I wanted to do against what I should probably do. If he was behind this last job assignment, it was probably better if I didn't rock the boat too much.

I got in the car and the door closed behind me. For a moment I felt trapped. I had to fight the urge to escape.

"Miss Evans," Connor said beside me, "would you like something to drink?"

"No, thanks." My voice was tight. I didn't want to be there any longer than absolutely necessary. The limo started to move.

"Where are we going?" I asked him.

"I thought we could talk while I took you home."

"What do you want, Mr. Price?" I kept my tone as civil as I could muster.

Being near him was having an effect I didn't want. My pulse quickened when he gave me a slight smile. I bet he used that same smile on countless women to get what he wanted.

"Please, call me Connor." He was using his full charm now and I had to admit it left me a little breathless.

"What do you want, Connor?" I got straight to the point. The more time I spent around him the more he affected me.

It was unnerving. My stomach dipped when he boldly held my gaze. Daniel had never made me feel like that.

You're just hungry, I told myself, making up excuses.

"You're involved with Daniel Spencer." He paused to watch my reaction.

"So?" I frowned. Why was he bringing up Daniel? I was pretty good at hiding the issues Daniel and I had. Had Connor noticed something?

"I know you don't know me very well, but I feel compelled to warn you." He pursed his lips.

Warn me?

"He has a reputation for getting physical with the women he dates."

My insides felt like they had been branded with fire. I swallowed, and his eyes held mine as he watched for a reaction.

"He was very possessive over you last night."

Short snippets of my fight with Daniel replayed in my mind, which made it more difficult to lie but I wasn't going to admit anything to him. My private life was only my concern and no one else's.

"How is this any of your business?" I asked, refusing to show how uncomfortable he was making me.

"Did he hurt you?" he asked bluntly. The gall of this man was something else.

"No," I stated automatically. He studied me for a while but I could tell he didn't believe me. "Was your company responsible for my job today?"

"Don't try and change the subject." Gone was the calm he had held before. His eyes darkened as he continued to watch me. "I made a mistake about your identity and I wanted to make up for it."

I didn't like that at all. Getting a job based on his guilt just fed my inferiority for the industry I was in.

"I don't need you to make anything up to me." I wanted to make it clear that he wasn't welcome in my life in any capacity. The less I saw of him the better.

"That wasn't the only reason you were given the job." It was like he could read my thoughts. "You're a beautiful woman and you got this job purely based on your looks."

I felt some relief at the added information. I kept my features schooled. Even if he was telling the truth about my mistaken identity, which I doubted, he didn't owe me anything.

"You made a mistake, and I appreciate that you felt you needed to make it up to me but you don't."

The limo slowed and stopped. Out of the window I could see my building.

For a moment it looked like he wanted to argue but then he pressed his lips closed. I opened the door and he stopped me with a hand on my forearm.

"If you ever need anything, call me." His eyes were sincere, I could tell, and it shifted something inside of me.

I'd learned early on that nothing was free in life. There was always a hidden agenda. What was his? I hesitated for a few moments before I pulled my arm free and closed the door.

I didn't need anyone. I had been on my own for years and I had been taking care of myself for as long as I could remember.

The limo remained by the curb until I entered my building. I entered my apartment, slipped off my shoes, and Connor stayed on my mind as I ran a bubble bath.

The way he made me feel was dangerous. I had to shut it down before it got out of hand. Daniel was the one I wanted. He was the one who was taking care of me.

I chewed my lip as I remembered Connor's warning. Daniel hadn't hit me. He was a little possessive but that didn't make him a woman-beater. Feeling more secure with my thoughts, I sank into the bath with a sigh.

I closed my eyes. An image of Connor with his broad shoulders and deep smoldering eyes appeared in my mind. Not only was he making unsolicited interruptions in my life, he plagued my thoughts the rest of the time.

He was only doing this because of Slater. The thought led me down the path to the childhood I had been determined to forget. I didn't know why Connor was lying about mistaking me for someone else. Was he doing it so he could get closer to me? Was he keeping tabs on me because of Slater?

Distracted, I touched the bubbles on the surface of the water. Usually a bubble bath eased the tension from my muscles but with Connor on my mind it wasn't working. Feeling annoyed, I got out and wrapped a towel around my body.

I dried myself and slipped into a silk dressing gown before wandering into the kitchen to make something to eat. There wasn't much in my fridge except for a salad and some sparkling water. I ate and the food relieved the hunger pangs.

Afterward I found myself sitting on the sofa with my laptop on my lap. I typed the name Connor Price into the search engine. My finger hovered over the search button.

This wasn't healthy. Doing an internet search to find out all I could about Connor felt stalkerish. I began my internal argument, stacking the pros against the cons. The need to know everything about him outweighed the reasons to know as little as possible.

I hit search before I could talk myself out of it.

My eyes scanned the links that didn't tell me much more than what I already knew about him. He owned a few successful businesses and he was single. There were a few photos of him with a beautiful woman on his arm but there was nothing about girlfriends.

Unattached. The word popped up in my mind. His parents were dead and he had a younger sister.