Desires Die Hard Chapter 160
Desires Die Hard (Anya and Evan) by Beryl Occam
Chapter 160
Here he was, bringing Nathaniel up again.
Anya had been prepared for this though. She placed the bowl of congee down on the table. âMr. Welton⦠you donât have to worry about Nathaniel. Heâs got my cousinâ
Evan huffed. It sounded like an aborted laugh. âHe seems to miss his fatherâ
âHe has a father,â Anya replied coolly. âThank you for your concern for my cousinâs children, Mr. Welton, but itâs unnecessary. Theyâve got parents who worry and care for them.â
âIs that so?â Evan asked mildly before raising a glass of water to his lips and taking a sip.
âYes,â Anya sald firmly. Then, she paused for a moment. She didnât want to linger too long on the subject. She knew that Evan had a way with words. The man knew how to set up verbal traps for his victims. She might let something slip accidentally if she werenât careful. The young woman decided to switch the subject. âMr. Welton, Iâm done with breakfast. Can I leave now?â
Evan lifted the fork and knife off the table and started cutting his bacon. âItâs the weekend. Why donât you join me for a game of golf later, Ms. MacMillan?â
âI have errands to run.â Anya had been dreading this. She had been worried that the man might try to keep her. She had
been right.
âDo
you
know how to play golf?â Evan asked as he savored the piece of freshly grilled bacon. He looked the very picture of power and grace as he ate. His voice was slow and measured when he spoke again. âI recall the MacMillans were avid golfers.â
Anya froze momentarily. He was right. The MacMillans played golf regularly. It took her a moment to reply the man. âI
donâtâ
Her father had never taught her how.
That was why she didnât know how to play golf.
That wasnât the point though. Even if she knew how to play golf, she wouldnât be interested in having a game of golf with
Evan.
âThatâs great. Iâll teach you.â
The young woman found herself at a loss for words.
Honestly, the young man had gone too far.
Anya took a deep breath. âMr. Welton, I think youâve gone overboard. Iâm not interested in doing anything that involves spending more time with you.â
âIâm simply inviting you to a game of golf. That seems like a fairly reasonable request.â Evan laughed. His long slender
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fingers were splayed across the glass on the table. He looked up and stared straight into Anyaâs eyes with his own ink black ones. âPerhaps Ms. MacMillan thinks herself too good for my company.â
Anya found herself at a momentary loss for words.
She never said such a thing.
âMr. Welton, I have a prior appointment.â Anya didnât want to get into an argument with the man.
She tried her best to decline the manâs invitation politely.
âSounds like an excuse to me.â Evan said. He was right. âSince youâre going to refuse me, I shall retract my invitation. Iâm ordering you to join me for a game of golf.â
Anyaâs brow furrowed deeply. Incredulity and disbelief flashed across her eyes. âMr. Weltonâ¦â
âYour boss just gave you a task. Are you telling me that youâre not doing it?â Evan asked in a measured voice. âMs. MacMillan, thatâs hardly professional. Are you going to refuse a task that your boss assigned to you?â
She didnât mind work. What she minded was Evan and being forced to hang out with him.
The frown on her face deepened. Anyaâs face gradually stiffened as she stared at the man before her.
Evan had left her with no other option. She would have to quit soon.
âYouâre not saying anything.â Evan said. âIâll take your silence as a âyesâ then.â
Anya finally spoke. âIâll join you for a game of golf, Mr. Welton.â
It was just a game of golf.
It finally dawned on Anya. Her attempts at avoiding the man and keeping her distance were futile.
This was Evan Welton you were talking about.
Running would simply spur him into going after you.
She wasnât running anymore. She was going to quit once she was done with Lolaâs bridal gown. In the meantime, she would put up with the man.
âAre you sure?â Evan appeared a little taken aback. He had expected her to fight.
âI am.â Anya nodded. âLike you said, itâs work. I canât refuse work from my boss, can I, Mr. Welton?â
Evan knew what she was trying to say. He was the boss and she couldnât say ânoâ to her boss. The man smiled.
He didnât say a word. He would make her yield somehow.