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"What the hell is this?" Anya King stormed into her boss's office carrying the offending memo and slammed it with as much force as she could muster onto his desk.

Nathan Banks stopped typing to glance at his personal assistant, then at the memo he'd left on her desk while she went out to lunch. "It's about a team-building weekend. It's a new scheme to help colleagues work together better."

"I can clearly see what it's about, Mr Banks. What I want to know is why my name is on that list?" Anya placed a hand on her hip. She needed to keep her head, relax and breathe.

"I signed us up for the course as a team." He pushed the paper away, looking at her with calm composure. Anya felt anything but calm.

"You did this without even consulting me?" She swallowed down her anger, keeping her fiery temper at bay. Work relationships were supposed to be kept professional. It wouldn't do for her to lose her temper.

"In case you hadn't noticed, Miss King, I happen to own this company, what I say goes and if I think this weekend will benefit my company, as my personal assistant you'll be accompanying me. No questions asked." He looked pointedly at the memo until she picked it up again.

Anya watched him go back to his computer, his sure, sturdy hands typing purposefully away. Clever hands that could bring a woman all kinds of sexual pleasure, if all of the rumours floating around the office were true. Anya tried not to think about her boss and sex. It was wrong and unprofessional, but sometimes when she was alone images of Nathan crept into her mind, and not all of them in employer-”employee situations.

"I have plans this weekend." She folded her arms underneath her full breasts. She needed this weekend! There was only so long she could resist her natural urges. Face it, she was over-sexed. Images of Nathan fucking her had entered her mind one too many times of late. Time away with another man, or men, should put her system back to rights. Nathan could go back to being just a man she happened to work for.

"Cancel it." He didn't even lift his head.

"How am I supposed to cancel at the last minute?" She wasn't going to give in just like that. He was going to hear her out whether he liked it or not.

But Nathan was just as stubborn as she. "Find a way. It's not my problem. I'll see you here tomorrow at nine. Pack for a busy weekend and read the memo, it'll tell you what you need." He dismissed her, lifting up his phone to dial an associate.

Anya thought about waiting it out, to see if he really was calling someone and not just doing it to get rid of her. Instead she nodded, simmering to herself, took the memo and quietly left his office, closing the door without making a sound.

Sitting behind her desk, she grabbed her bag, pulling out her ticket and the file about her planned pleasure weekend. Tomorrow she was supposed to be leaving for a small, isolated mansion, where every little lust and desire the body craved could be experienced, along with the promise of total anonymity. The ticket alone would have left most people crying at the cost. She could only just afford it on her salary.

She sighed. It was a good job the ticket could be used on any weekend over the course of a month. But her ticket was for December, one of the busiest times of the year, which meant her time was already in short supply.

Anya usually went for the first weekend of the month, but overtime at work, along with life in general, had got the better of her this month, so she had been planning to spend the second weekend of December at her erotic hideaway. Had been, until her domineering boss had demanded her presence on his stupid team-”building weekend. He said, "Jump," and she had no choice but to say, "How high?" Anya took pride in her work, but sometimes being the best personal assistant was a pain in the arse. The reward for good work was more work. Shaking her head in disappointment, she reflected that at least there were still two weekends left after this work-together-better nonsense or whatever he wanted to call it. She folded up her ticket and placed it carefully back in her bag.

She could survive this weekend, but she would need reinforcements. Sexual reinforcements.

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"You will allow this match to go through."

Robert Valentine glanced over at his father-”head of the Valentine Corporation and leader of his family-”feeling bewildered and angry.

"It is just another human family on the verge-"

"I don't care," his father yelled at him across the room.

Robert watched his mother flinch. His three brothers turned away, not wanting their father's wrath directed at them. Robert understood. These were perilous times and his father had no room in his life for arguments. His two sisters were not even allowed access to the Council's chambers. Instead, old traditions said they must remain outside at all times. One day, Robert wished to banish the old ways and start afresh. Rose and Dawn were equally affected by what happened in this place as he was.

Robert looked at his father. He respected him but there were times when he despised the way in which the man worked. The laws that governed their society were archaic. If they didn't change their ways soon, Robert believed it would get them all killed.

"What have they offered?" Robert asked, trying to take some interest in the situation, since it was likely to affect his future. At the moment he had no power to change the outcome of tonight's events.

His father nodded to the guards to open the connecting door leading out to the human visiting room. This allowed humans a place to sit and wait, and offered protection against the abuses of the outside world. Vampire protection, among the humans, was considered a last resort, and only the most degraded and those without pride accepted such an alliance.

A man and a woman entered the great hall. There was nothing fantastic about their appearance. They were dressed in business suits, neat and tidy, and he noted that they appeared to be in their late fifties. One of them carried a folder, which was odd. He assumed the folder contained information, but the Council usually had all the information it needed about human visitors petitioning for help. Beyer West might be a small town, but it was a Valentine-”run town. His father was pedantic in his dealings with the human public. Every deal and alliance must be well-”documented and sealed away for future reference.

"Mr and Mrs Ford, allow me to introduce my oldest son, Robert Valentine."

Robert acknowledged the couple, bowing, as was the protocol among his family. He kept his attention on the Council and his own family, though. He knew of the Fords from his own company dealings. They were a prosperous family who should have no need of the Valentines' services. Only last week Robert had checked the profit margins for the town's most affluent families. It all seemed rather odd to him.

The couple glanced nervously around them.

"We need the kind of protection you are notorious for offering," Mrs Ford said.

Robert noticed that Mr Ford was scratching his head and felt like doing the same. How could this company need their help? Last time he checked, Mrs Ford stayed at home with the children while her husband ran the company. Robert couldn't think of a single reason why they would be at the Council.

"We are not a security company, Mrs Ford."

"I'm aware of that, but we can meet the price that you have set." She handed over the file. "We've stumbled into some financial difficulty and we would also like assistance with this."

Robert Valentine opened the folder. An A4 picture of a beautiful young woman stared up at him, an innocent and carefree smile shining from deep within her.

"Pretty girl," he complimented her.

"That is Sophie. My only daughter and not a girl but a woman of twenty-one," Mr Ford corrected him.

"With all due respect, Mr Ford, I'm more than five hundred years old. To me, she is a child," Robert snapped, looking up to glare at the couple.

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