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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