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"Cool down, girl, I need to get a new camera. You'll
have to wait until tomorrow."

She grinned and affectionately tucked one of Abbey's
stray strands behind her ear.

Abbey smiled weakly. "I must look a mess."

"You look like a girl who's had a good bonk and
is in need of another one."

Abbey giggled and nodded. "Tomorrow then." She
felt a rush of tingles up her spine in memory of Damien's touch, and tongue, and
in anticipation of them again.

She let it run its course, then she turned to follow
Lucy who was walking through the office, dodging empty desks in the darkness,
camera in hand and tripod over her shoulder. She was contemplating how to
explain her reappearance to Damien when a horrible thought struck her.

"What if he won't let me in next time? What if he
doesn't want to

"

"Don't be silly. I saw his expression before you
closed the curtains, and he was hungry for you. And I mean
hungry
. The
guy looked like he was going to explode any minute, all over that nice couch. I'm
surprised you actually got him into the bedroom."

Abbey
relaxed and giggled. "And made him wait until I'd finished."

"Really? That long? Wow, this guy's got
stamina."

"Or sheer willpower. I got the impression he
doesn't often let his emotions rule him like they did tonight."

"That wasn't emotion ruling him, that was a very
impressive appendage between his legs."

Abbey giggled as Lucy grinned back at her over her
shoulder.

Lucy's smile faded a little as they waited at the
elevators. She shook her head and wisps of short blonde hair fell into her
eyes. "The guy doesn't have willpower. You saw the profile, he's had sex
with more people than me! No, willpower he hasn't got when it comes to having
sex with strangers."

Abbey frowned but said nothing. The mention of his
mistresses reminded her of his wife, and that she was now a statistic as far as
Damien was concerned. Just another notch on his belt. And she was the 'other
woman', even if only temporarily.

Her stomach tied itself into a knot. The thought
sickened her.

Strange thing was, she was picking up completely
different vibes from Damien than what she should be. If Abbey hadn't seen his
file, she would've said he was a man who got what he wanted when he wanted but
rarely let his hot-blooded emotions get in the way. Otherwise he would've
jumped her bones straight away on the couch instead of needing so much
encouragement. In fact, she wouldn't have even had to make up a story about the
free massage, her outfit should have been encouragement enough for Damien Vane.

And the way he'd looked at her reflection in the
bathroom mirror hadn't been lustful at all. More like concern that he'd hurt
her and perhaps a little curiosity. So her instincts told her, anyway.

But then again, she'd thought Tarken loved her, so her
instincts were useless.

They traveled down the elevator to the ground floor
where the burly building supervisor with the profile of a Neanderthal was
sitting at his desk reading the
Herald Sun
. He looked up and grinned at
Lucy. She pecked him on the lips and he groped her perfectly round bottom
through the tight black hipsters.

"I'll call you tomorrow, Big Boy." She
winked at him. "I might need this place tomorrow night again. That
okay?"

His grin widened. "That'll cost you extra."

"You just name it," Lucy crooned, "and
I'll do it. You know that."

The Neanderthal looked like he would drag her into his
cave right there and ravage her, but he held back, hooked his thumbs into his
pants, not caring to cover the telltale bulge, and lasciviously watched Lucy's
behind as she walked away.

Abbey took note of the way her friend walked. One foot
directly in front of the other so that her hips swayed sexily and her butt had
the right amount of wobble. She would have to try that. Tomorrow night.

***

The seminar was a success so far. Nick's introductory
speech had been well received, and the software was bug-free so the demo was
easy. He'd have to ring the VP of Development later to congratulate him and
offer bonuses to his programmers.

Nick had never felt so relieved in all his life. He'd
done speeches before, he'd taken over large corporations, and small ones, and
he'd rubbed shoulders with elite businessmen around the world. But he'd never
given a demonstration of software in his life. It wasn't that hard, if you knew
what you were doing and had a great program.

Maybe he could do the next one in March in the U.S. If
he did, there would be nothing for his VP of Marketing to do. Which meant he
could fire him. Good, because Vane had crossed the line this time.

Nick had put up with a hell of a lot from Vane. Coming
back to the office drunk after a lunch meeting, groping the female staff,
turning up late to work every day because he'd been out all night partying. For
a forty-year-old that was a hell of a lot of partying.

Nick was tired of it. Usually he wouldn't allow anyone
in his employ to treat their work and colleagues with such disrespect, but Vane
was good and came with a wealth of experience. But Nick couldn't put up with
his behavior anymore. Enough was enough. Skipping out just before a major
seminar where he was supposed to give demonstrations to potential clients was
more than he could put up with.

Nick strolled up King Street toward Collins Street and
his hotel, laptop case slung over his shoulder, suit jacket over his arm. He'd
taken it off and rolled up his shirt sleeves when he left the air conditioned
Crown Complex where the seminar was being held. He'd been inside all day and
the heat hit him like a force field.

He blew out a breath and kept walking, the heat
prickling his skin, engulfing him like a blanket. It was already five o'clock
but the sun still burned fiercely.

A typical hot summer's day. The sort of day he'd have
spent down at the beach in his youth, catching some waves, lying in the sun
with a gorgeous girl next to him. Not anymore. He couldn't remember the last
time he'd gone to the beach. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he'd
felt this hot. Usually he drove everywhere in his air conditioned BMW, or sat
in his air conditioned office or North Shore house.

It was actually kind of liberating

sweating,
feeling the sun on his bare arms, wanting to drink a beer, wanting to feel a
soft woman in his arms...

Nick swallowed. He hadn't thought of Abbey all day,
thank God, but now her image was returning to haunt him thick and fast. He
wanted nothing more right now than to lie with her, naked, surrounded by sand
and the crashing waves. He would take her, slide over her hot body, enter her
slowly, tease her a little before plunging deeply until she called his name...

He cleared his throat and moved his jacket in front of
him, covering his painful erection. He glanced around but everyone was bustling
home after a day at the office, not taking any notice of him. He drew in a deep
breath and blew it out again.

He forced himself to slow down. She wasn't coming
back, and even if she did, he would send her packing this time. He, Nick
Delaware, investor and multi-millionaire, didn't go in for that sort of thing. And
not with
that
sort of woman.

No, Nick would have to settle for a cool shower, a
cold beer and an air conditioned bar. He had more demonstrations to prepare for
tomorrow and he wanted to brush up on the potential clients he'd scheduled into
the day.

As soon as he got back into work mode the better, so
he could stop thinking about Abbey.

"Going somewhere, Big Boy?"

The familiar voice jolted him from his thoughts. His
head, and another part of his anatomy, jerked up. "Abbey?"

He stared back at the woman who appeared in front of
him, suddenly not sure what he should say to her.

What
do
you say to a hooker after an incredible
night of passion?

CHAPTER 3

Nick cleared his throat. "It
is
Abbey
isn't it?"

Abbey wore her hair long. A few strands fluttered
around her face and Nick resisted the urge to catch them and tuck them behind
her ear. She wore sunglasses so he couldn't see her eyes, which was a pity
because he liked her eyes

bright blue and piercing.

Abbey nodded and smiled. She had a pretty smile. Probably
because she had such soft, luscious lips

lips that would look
great wrapped around...

"What are you doing here?" he asked gruffly,
silently thanking the powers-that-be for his jacket.

She shrugged a bare shoulder. She wore an even
skimpier top today. This one was strapless and defined her full breasts
perfectly beneath the thin fabric. She looked like she was wearing a bra today,
also strapless. Nick wondered how quickly he could make the nipples peak
through the fabric of both bra and top. Could he do it without even touching
her?

She wore a flighty, thin skirt again, almost to her
knees. It had a dangerously high split up one side that displayed the soft
flesh of thigh and hip. Her legs looked silky smooth, almost glossy. Nick had
an overwhelming urge to run his hand up them to her thigh, her hip, her ass...

"Thought I'd drop past and say hello."

He frowned. "Why?" Then he realized

he
hadn't paid her. It was a harsh reminder of who he was dealing with. Or rather,
what
he was dealing with. "Oh, right. Come upstairs and we'll sort
it out."

Abbey flushed pink. Had he shocked her with his
suggestion? Maybe discussing money in the street was taboo for these sort of
women.

Since when did hookers blush?

She glanced around, biting her lip. Suddenly she
looked less like the confident girl-about-town and more like a young woman out
of her depth.

She was really green. Not like she'd been last night. Last
night she knew
exactly
what she was doing.

"Actually, uh, I thought we could have a drink
first. Then maybe something to eat." She checked her watch. "Then
maybe come back here about ten. That okay?"

He hesitated. So she didn't just want to be paid

she
wanted to do it again. Which meant he would owe her twice as much. That wasn't
a big deal

he could afford whatever price she named

it's
just that he didn't want to continue with this. It was wrong and it wasn't his
style. Although it had felt damned good last night.

Maybe just once more, then he'd call it quits. He'd
take her out to dinner, somewhere nice that she wasn't used to going to. He'd
tell her that this was definitely the last time. Then, after an hour or two of
passion back at the hotel, he'd pay her for both nights.

That's if someone else hadn't already paid her. The
thought that one of Vane's bizarre friends was pulling the strings and had
perhaps paid her already was still a possibility, although to do it twice was a
little odd. Once, as a joke or gift, he could understand, but twice?

Or maybe Vane had prepaid her before he'd decided to
skip out to wherever he'd gone for the week. Well, if that were the case, Nick
might as well enjoy it. He could find out about the arrangement later. He might
as well relieve some more stress. As long as he kept the situation under
his
control this time there was nothing really wrong with it. He knew what he was
doing. He always did.

"Sure," Nick said. I spotted a nice bar over
there." He pointed to where a few people sat at outdoor tables up the
road. "Let me go upstairs, have a quick shower and change. I'll meet you
there."

"You like to take charge don't you, Damien."

Nick balked at the name. He hated anyone thinking he
was Vane but it was necessary. Anyway, what did it matter who she thought he
was? She expected Vane, and that's who she was going to get.

Nick glared at her.

"I know what I want and I don't waste time
getting it. I've found that's the best way to be in my line of work." He
turned to go inside the hotel but stopped. "I don't expect you to
understand."

He thought he saw her stiffen as he turned back to the
hotel again but he couldn't be sure. Maybe his words were a little harsh, but
he wasn't about to apologize for being a decisive person. Not to a hooker.

The doorman must have been watching the odd scene
being played out in front of him because he quickly looked away. Fine, let him
look. Nick knew no one in Melbourne so what did it matter if he was caught
chatting to a woman dressed in next to nothing? It was his prerogative.

Inside the hotel, the cool blast of air instantly
soothed his hot skin, but not his hot temper...or his groin. He couldn't wait
to go upstairs, get changed and come back down. Abbey would be waiting for him.

Hot, sexy Abbey.

Part of him wished she hadn't agreed to wait for him. He
knew he wouldn't have disagreed if she'd suggested she follow him up to his
room. On the other hand, this way he would get to think about their encounter
all through dinner. He could imagine her naked, her smooth skin, her inviting
lips. And when it finally came time to return to the hotel, it'd be all the
more thrilling because of the wait.

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