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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.
    He quickly showered in ice-cold water to dampen his
erection, then dressed in light beige trousers and a casual white cotton shirt
with the sleeves rolled up and the top two buttons left undone. He made sure he
was wearing his tightest shorts underneath. It may be painful if she got him
excited, but it would keep him in check.
    Something told him she was going to make him excited
just by looking at him through those thick black lashes.
    Nick barely noticed the heat outside. He couldn't stop
thinking about Abbey.
    "Hi." Abbey emerged through the glass door
to the bar. She pouted at him, her lower lip protruding. Kissable.
    "Not having second thoughts, I hope," she
said lightly. She grinned.
    He hesitated, caught between his warring emotions. He
should go. He didn't need a hooker. Finally, pride won — he didn't
run away from anything, especially a challenge.
    "No, of course not." He had to pay her for
last night anyway. He might as well have a few drinks, pay her then send her on
her way. He didn't have to succumb a second time, but it was common decency to
pay for the services he'd already used.
    "I ordered us a bottle of Chardonnay," she
said opening the door for him. "I hope that's okay."
    "As long as it's cold."
    She turned and glanced at him over one naked shoulder,
a cheeky smile playing on her lips. "A bit hot and bothered today are
you?"
    "Hot, yes. Bothered, never."
    They sat at a table in a dark corner of the
restaurant. The red and black décor was modern and fresh. The wine list was
long and didn't have prices, and the waiters wore crisp black suits. Thankfully,
it was cooler inside than out, but it wasn't cold like many places are in
summer with their air conditioning turned up too high.
    A few other patrons sat alone on bar stools, or in
couples in other dark, recessed booths. Considering it was Tuesday night, it
was probably as busy as the place would get.
    Good. It was unlikely he would see anyone from the
seminar. He sat with his back facing the door just in case.
    Abbey sipped her wine. She looked sensational with her
sunglasses perched on top of her head, holding her mass of hair off her face. Nick
liked that. He liked to see her features — she was an extremely
attractive woman.
    Her makeup wasn't as heavy as the night before, which
was a good thing too. He liked his women to wear as little makeup as possible,
and she didn't really need it.
    His gaze
wandered lower to her breasts land the strapless top. Not really appropriate
for such a salubrious place. She looked like a hooker.
    "You seem uncomfortable," Abbey said, a
cheeky grin lighting up her face.
    Nick liked the way she seemed to find everything
amusing.
    "Worried about being seen with me?" she
asked.
    "No! No, of course not." He shrugged. "I
don't know anyone in Melbourne anyway, so..."
    Abbey glanced down at the fingers cradling the stem of
her glass. "I see." Her hand reached down under the table. Although Nick
couldn't see, from the way she moved it appeared she was trying to cover up