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taking hold of her arms, he pushed her up against the nearest wall, crowding her. His entire body blocked her in. Her eyes widened, but he could see clearly in her eyes that she was not afraid. Instead, intrigue swarmed in their depths. Desire, maybe?
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    “I’m not grumpy,” he reinforced. He moved his hands up to either side of her head. No flinching, no darting eyes, no fear whatsoever.
    “If you say so,” she teased. She brought her hands up to grab his chest and a quiver of excitement from her touch worked through his body. She purred at his reaction.
    “You’re testing dangerous ground, Miss King,” he told her, holding her hands steady against his rapidly beating heart.
    “I love dangerous. Dangerous is fun.”
    Oh God. He was losing himself. He could feel it. This passion smoking inside her, teasing him, calling to him, begging him to see her, to release her to him and him alone.
    “You have no idea what I could do to you,” he whispered, a breath away from touching her lips.
    “According to rumour, Mr Banks, there is nothing you could do to satisfy me.” She chuckled, loving his frown, the darkness in his features making him all the more tempting.
    “We’re wanted, sir.” She raised an eyebrow and stood back, leaving him bewildered.
    Nathan followed, keeping a safe distance that gave him an excellent view of her tight arse as she sashayed up to the bar.
    He joined her, making sure his body made contact at all times. Her essence was driving him crazy with lust. So she’d heard the rumours he’d made sure had spread like wildfire around the office. They had worked well. No more bored nobodies tried to get into his bed.
    Objective complete, now he had the element of surprise on his side.
    “What can I get you?” the barman asked them, his eyes eating Anya.
    Putting a possessive arm around her shoulders, the statement, She’s mine, back off, running through his mind, Nathan said, “I’ll have a glass of your finest whisky. What will it be, baby, white wine?” Using her tactics from earlier. He saw her scowl but he continued stroking her shoulder.
    “I don’t drink, honey-plum. Just water for me, thanks.”
    “Come on, sugar lips, just one drink,” he coaxed.
    “No, just water, thank you.” She dazzled the barman with a sultry smile. He nodded, getting the order.
    Nathan kept his arm around her refusing to let her go.
    “Elaborate display, Mr Banks .”
    “Payback, Miss King .”
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    He rather enjoyed this little game.
    “Oh, right.” Anya smirked, not moving or trying to untangle herself from his grip. He kept stroking her arm.
    “Whisky for you, sir. Plain, bottled water for the lady.” The barman gently placed their order in front of them.
    Anya reached out, holding the barman’s hand in place. “Sorry to be such a bother, but how do we get food here? Having been travelling for some time and my boss here being pretty demanding—he wants my full attention in the bedroom—I’m famished. Not allowed to eat food when other stuff is on the menu.” Anya swallowed her smile, hearing Nathan choking on his whisky. Two can play at that game .
    The barman blushed, looking between them, unsure what to do.
    “Um…u…um,” he stammered. “I’ll get you a menu.” He moved away at speed.
    Unscrewing the lid on her water bottle, she smiled innocently at Nathan.
    “Nathan…” They both turned at the greeting. A couple rushed over to them.
    Discreetly, he removed his arm, hoping against hope Anya behaved herself.
    “Linda, Andrew.”
    “And who is this delightful creature?” They turned their attention towards Anya.
    Anya stood, greeting them, “I’m Anya King, his ever-so-efficient personal assistant.”
    “Well, he spoke well of you, my dear, but he didn’t tell us how gorgeous you were,” Linda charmed.
    “Anyway, how are your rooms?” she asked.
    “Good.”
    “Too frilly.”
    Nathan scowled at her again, but she