Chapter Three
‘So what exactly should you like me to do?’
They were sitting in a smart bar and had just been served their third champagne cocktail. Marcus found Amanda impressive. She was a striking-looking woman, with long blonde hair tightly pulled back and held with a jewelled clasp. He wondered if the jewels were diamonds. Clearly she had plenty of money. She ran her own company, something in IT he didn’t quite understand, with twenty employees. He imagined she kept them all firmly under her thumb. How interesting it was, he thought, that independent, strong women used to bossing people around were often those who most craved discipline.
Amanda crossed her legs. Marcus noted that she didn’t bother pulling down the short skirt of her business suit, which afforded him a good view of
