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the calm before the storm.
    That Gregori Markovic had just been biding his time—getting his money’s worth out of an employee—before he decided to show her the door.
    Except he wasn’t going anywhere near the front or back door of the club, but instead was obviously taking her back upstairs to his private office. The scene of her last humiliation. No doubt with the intent of terminating her employment.
    Fine. She could live with that.
    Even if it was annoying as well as inconvenient.
    The latter because it meant she would now have to find some other way to find out who was responsible for Angela’s death.
    The former because although her behavior may have looked a little odd earlier, if Gregori had checked with Claude—and she was sure that Nikolai would have done that for him—then he would now know that everything she’d told him had been the truth.
    Well, maybe not the bit about cleaning his office specifically, but he certainly had no proof that she had done anything wrong.    
    Nor did he have the right to drag her up to his office, tottering about on these uncomfortable heels, and treat her as if she were a naughty schoolgirl about to be reprimanded by the headmaster—
    Maybe she shouldn’t have allowed her thoughts to drift in that direction!
    Because she now had an image of herself bent over the front of that beautiful mahogany desk, her skirt pushed up to her waist, panties around her ankles as Gregori landed smack after smack on the rapidly reddening globes of her bared bottom.
    Where the hell had that come from ?
    She had never so much as thought—never in her wildest imaginings had she ever—
    She wasn’t into bottom spanking.
    Wasn’t into violence at all.
    It had to be this man’s fault, with his arrogant aloofness and cold, dark eyes and the power he exuded so effortlessly.
    Then why did just thinking of having her bottom bared, of having this man’s elegant hands on her and the sound of those smacks against her bared flesh, now caused her nipples to harden into painful peaks and the juices to flow between her thighs?
    It was because of him.
    Much as Gaia had tried, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking of being in Gregori Markovic’s office with him the previous evening. About him and Nikolai Volkov, as she kneeled beneath Gregori’s desk and he sat in front of her sporting an obvious erection, with The Wolf standing behind her rubbing his equally hard arousal against her bottom.
    It had been so damned hot.
    And it shouldn’t have been!
    It should have been scary, not arousing, to know she was physically trapped between two such inherently powerful men.
    Anger, with herself as well as with both of them, now caused her to pull her arm out of Gregori’s grasp, and to hell with whether or not it left a bruise. “I’m quite capable of walking unassisted,” she snapped her impatience with his high-handedness as he turned to look down at her with cool enquiry.
    And immediately wobbled precariously on the ridiculous high-heels.
    “It’s been a long night and I’m tired,” she defended resentfully as she came to a halt. She placed the palm of her hand against the wall so that she could remove the offending shoes.
    Which maybe wasn’t such a good idea, because when she straightened to continue walking to Gregori’s office, she realized he now towered over her five feet and five inches in height by a good foot.
    As if he wasn’t already intimidating enough.
    Gregori held back a smile as he glanced down and saw Gaia’s sudden reduction in height had only succeeded in making her look even more irritated than she already was.
    Had her initial irritation been with him specifically, because he had interrupted her conversation with Rick Turner and Claude le Coeur, or had someone else done something this evening to upset her?  
    None of the guests this evening had seemed to behave in an overtly familiar manner towards her. The amount of time Gregori had spent watching her on the security