Elevation – the ultimate pack for the sexual woman. Enhance your libido, bring your hormones into perfect balance and unleash the real woman inside! Use at your own risk.

It was the most expensive upgrade she’d ever bought.

She thought a long time before buying, but her overdraft had been automatically extended by the credit card company, and she knew it was the right thing to do the moment the payment went through.

Chapter 12

When she met Jiannis, she could immediately identify and cost the programs running in his body, and liked the choices he’d made. Too many men went for the boxer’s build, but he’d chosen a marathon-runner’s physique, with the toned arms of a tennis player and a dash of enhancement to his genitals that made him a magnificent lover without entering into the realm of the ridiculous as too many men were often tempted to do.

Jiannis worked in finance, did something with data, and she met him while selling him the luxury character-filled new-build apartment on Blackfriars Bridge complete with private off-road parking, twenty-four-hour concierge, private gym and film club. He made an offer immediately, on the condition she had a drink with him, and they christened the deal with their bodies at the secondary inspection once offer was accepted, then again on the confirmation of purchase and, of course, on the day keys changed hands.

She knew he was the one for her when they did a line of coke together down the club off Cannon Street, and she realised that he too was doing it just for show, just to be with the lads, and had left his anti-toxin protocols active, just like her. He liked to be in control. He liked to control his job, his body, his world. Nothing he did was unconsidered, even when it seemed wild, delightful, spontaneous. He understood the value of appearance, and knew how to appear relaxed when tense, at ease when on guard. She admired him instinctively, and liked that he admired her too, and when he asked her to move in with him when her lease came up for renewal, she decided it was probable she’d end up loving him.

“He seems like a very . . . respectable . . . young man,” was Karen’s assessment the day they had lunch together in Richmond, a halfway point between her life and her mum’s, straight up the railway from Bracknell. “He seems . . . yes, well, I hope he does right by you.”

If Karen had called him a scion of the Hun, a reprobate and a dangerous fool, she would not have done so in stronger language, and Harmony knew this, and chose just this once to hear the words spoken rather than their meaning, and smiled her perfect smile, a smile to illuminate the world, and said, “Really glad you like him, Mum.”

Six months of bliss followed.

She knew they were blissful, because she had decided that they almost certainly would be, and though she was a sensible woman, a woman who knew how to respect herself, there was no denying that Jiannis was one of the smartest, sexiest, most on-it people she’d ever met. If being with him meant that she was also all of these things, then she’d take it. She would rejoice in this identity.