Temporary Wife

LUKE ADAMS flung his pen on the desk and swiveled round in his chair to stare moodily through the window. From his sumptuously furnished office on the twenty-first floor he had a superb view of the City of London. He was not aware of it, however, for he was more concerned with what was happening to his own life than the life of the dry set out below him. Managing Director of Harrick Investment Trust. It was no mean achievement to be offered this position after only two years with the company, and an even greater achievement when one considered that his background prior to this had been an academic one. But he was still not sure whether to accept the job. His dark brows, thick and well curved, met above his long straight nose as he frowned and turned back to face the desk.
A year ago he would never have believed he would have any doubts about accepting this plum position if it were offered to him. Yet now he was as hesitant and nervous as a virgin. And all because of Gina—Charles Harrick's wife. As always the thought of her filled him with desire and, as always, the desire filled him with repugnance for his weakness in allowing a woman to place him in such an invidious position. For what could be more invidious than to be in love with the wife of the man you worked for, the man whose job you were being groomed to take over?