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Petruccio’s.
    He had nodded terse acknowledgement of her but hadn’t spoken a word as he escorted her to the elevator, waiting until she had stepped inside before pressing a button for the top floor, his cool gaze remaining fixed on her until the elevator doors closed. After which Nicky had begun to breathe again. Until the elevator began its rapid ascent and she had realized she was actually on her way up to see Lucien Wynter.
    A cool, tall blonde had been waiting outside when the elevator stopped on the top floor of the building, inviting Nicky to sit on one of the plush seats while she disappeared into the adjoining room for another ten minutes.
    This vast and imposing room, with a thick black carpet on the floor, the cream silk-covered walls adorned with modern, original paintings, more artwork on show in glass display cabinets, and a fully stocked bar between two black leather sofas, with a view of the London skyline rivaling that from the London Eye.
    It was the perfect setting for the cold and intimidating man seated behind the black marble desk.
    Lucien Wynter.
    The last man Nicky had expected, or wanted, to ever see again.
    A man she wasn’t even sure remembered meeting her at the university eight months ago, let alone what had happened between the two of them in Petruccio’s later that evening.
    “I don’t have all day to waste waiting for you to answer, Miss McKenzie,” he barked at her continued silence.
    She frowned at his tone. “We met at LSE eight months ago, when you gave a lecture to Professor Grant’s students. I—later you invited me out to dinner.” Her cheeks warmed as she all too easily recalled the events of that evening.
    How would she ever be able to forget it, when this man—this man had— Her thighs clenched together at the thought of what Lucien Wynter had done to her in Petruccio’s.
    “You offered me a job,” Nicky blurted, as she desperately tried to block out the memories of having this man’s hands on her. In her.
    Lucien Wynter slowly regarded her, from the low-heeled black shoes on her feet to her neatly styled hair, his gaze so piercing Nicky felt as if he could see right through her clothes to the white bra and matching panties beneath.
    Finally that mocking gaze moved back up to meet hers. “Ah yes, I remember you now.” He relaxed back in his chair. “I believe you called me an arrogant ass and a bastard before walking out of the restaurant where we were having dinner together?”
    “I don’t believe we got as far as having dinner!”
    “I distinctly remember the taste of—”  
    “I walked out on you because you had just asked me to be your mistress!” Nicky defended heatedly, not wanting to discuss what he ‘remembered’ having for his dinner—namely her!
    “I believe I suggested it as a hypothetical possibility,” he corrected dryly. “A hypothetical possibility you refused, if I also remember correctly? With bells on! But perhaps you’re here today because you’ve changed your mind...?”
    Not only did this man remember her, but he remembered every word she’d said to him that night too.
    And what did he mean when he asked if she was here because she’d changed her mind? Did it mean he still wanted her physically? That the offer of becoming his mistress was still open if she wanted it?
    Nicky didn’t want it.
    Of course she didn’t.
    It was just—she would be lying if she said she wasn’t flattered to know that this powerful man might still desire her.
    “That isn’t the job offer I was referring to,” she mumbled uncomfortably.
    “No?” He stood up, instantly dwarfing even this imposingly large room.
    Nicky was so unnerved as he stalked softly towards her that she only just stopped herself from taking a step backwards. She almost broke and ran, anyway, when instead of standing in front of her as she had expected, he moved to stand behind her. So close Nicky could smell the heady spice of his aftershave, and feel the warmth of his breath