The moment his lips touched hers, Evelyn stiffened. She had heard about workplace harassment and how powerful people abused their power, but never imagined she would be a victim. She could not believe someone like Derek Stone would behave this way. A surge of anger rose within her.

She pushed him away, stepping back. Her green eyes flashed with anger, her face flushed red.

"What is the meaning of this?" she demanded, clenching her fists.

Derek couldn't believe she still didn't remember, even after his questions.

"I guess this explains why you avoid interviews and publicity," she said. "You don't want anyone to see the kind of man you are." He snorted.

"And what kind of man do you think I am, Eve?" he asked. She glared at him for the familiarity.

"We're not close enough for you to call me that," she said scathingly.

"Shouldn't you be trying to convince me to accept your request?" Derek asked, amused by her temper. This woman was different from the one he'd met before—an emotional mess then, but now solid and composed.

"You're going to agree to the interview," she said, determined not to beg.

"Am I? Why?" Derek asked, sitting on his desk and watching her.

"Because if you don't, I'll expose you for the disgusting pig you are. You may have gotten away with this before, but I'm different. I won't let you off easily," she threatened. He laughed.

"Let me get this straight. You'll tell everyone I assaulted you if I don't do the interview?" he asked incredulously. "That's right," she replied. He chuckled.

"Isn't that blackmail?" he asked. She shrugged.

"Call it what you want. You harassed me," she said flatly.

"If anyone harassed anyone, it was you, Evelyn Quinn," he retorted. She raised an eyebrow.

"Really? You're making it my word against yours?" she asked. He smiled.

"You have no proof I did anything. But I have proof of what you did," Derek said. She frowned.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, confused.

"I'm hurt, Eve. You've hurt my feelings and bruised my ego," he said, his familiarity unsettling her. "Have we met before?" she asked, sensing a familiarity she couldn't place.

"Would you like to have sex with me?" Derek asked. Seeing her indignation, he shook his head. "That's the question you asked me, Evelyn. How could you forget asking me to have sex with you?"

Evelyn gasped, recognition dawning. Those eyes—so like Samantha's. Her mind flashed back to that night. Putting the pieces together, she understood.

She took a step back. "I don't know who you are or what you're talking about," she denied, avoiding his gaze. Her anger had morphed into shame. She wouldn't admit to being the woman he'd met six years ago.

Derek's lips twitched. He'd seen the recognition in her eyes before she looked away. He knew she knew.

"You remember now, don't you? So, who should charge whom with sexual harassment?" Derek asked, watching her eyes dart to the door.

"I think you have the wrong person. Let's reschedule," Evelyn said, heading for the door. Derek grabbed her hand.

"Let me jog your memory," he said, pulling her close roughly.

"What—"

He kissed her again, this time roughly. Evelyn pushed him away. "Stop it! Please stop!" she pleaded, feeling her body responding to his touch.

Derek stopped, placing a finger under her chin to force her gaze. "Do you remember now?" he asked, daring her to deny it.

Slowly, she dropped her hands. "I'm sorry, I have to go," she said, fleeing his office.

Derek smirked, making no attempt to stop her. He wasn't worried; she'd be back. She'd come for business, after all. And even if she didn't, he'd find her easily. He knew her name, where she worked, and that she was single. He felt a surge of satisfaction. He'd restored her memory. Now, she couldn't deny it.