Luccy glared up at him as he pinned her against the wall in the hallway outside the hotel restaurant where she had earlier wined and dined him and another senior executive from Wow magazine.

Time was when Luccy would have been the one taken out to dinner, but there were too many excellent fashion photographers out there nowadays, all of them hungry for work. With only one prestigious contract with PAN Cosmetics, a subsidiary company of the mega-big Sinclair Industries, to recommend her—a contract that she couldn't be sure would be renewed in three months' time when a photographer like Roy Bailey had decided he also wanted it—Luccy badly needed this assignment with Wow if she didn't want to be reduced to taking photographs of babies and weddings.

But she certainly didn't need the assignment with Wow—with anyone!—badly enough to go to bed with one of its senior executives to get it.

Admittedly, Paul Bridger, the younger of the two men, had made several suggestive remarks to her during the evening—despite the fact that he had also mentioned having a wife and two children at home in Hampshire. However, Luccy had thought she had fended off those remarks without too much injury to pride on either side and both men had excused themselves after the meal with the promise that they would be in touch.

Except Paul had doubled back and was now propositioning her after she'd left the restaurant having paid a huge restaurant bill Harper-O'Neill Ltd could ill afford.

'Oh, come on,' he cajoled now as he pressed closer. 'You know you've been giving me the come-on all evening.' Paul smiled confidently as he moved his thighs suggestively against hers.

Luccy in