Chapter 6
SIX
Maya Bakova checked her phone. Where was he? She tried to call him and was greeted by the very annoying – this person’s phone appears to be switched off .
‘Yes, thanks, I gathered that,’ she said aloud, then swore in Czech.
The professor never failed to turn up when he said he would. He said he’d be with her after seven thirty but it was gone ten. She could have worked tonight if she had known.
It annoyed her that he had begun to have such a hold on her emotions. She had tried so hard to keep him at arm’s length, keep whatever this relationship was, purely sexual. But he was different. Never ordinary in bed or in conversation. He intrigued her. Excited her. Made her laugh with his eccentricities. And despite trying to push them away, she couldn’t deny that she was beginning to have feelings for him. Feelings that she hadn’t felt before in her twenty-two years on this planet. Feelings she knew she could never divulge to a married man. It would be so much easier if he was one of her paying clients. She would never allow the lines to get blurred. But he wasn’t and they were, and she really wasn’t sure what she was going to do about it.