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the magazine. You must keep it under wraps until my party.”
    “ That won’t be problem,” Adrik agreed. “It’s in a safety deposit box. In Switzerland.”
    “ Thank goodness.” Eileen clutched her beads to her chest and reached for her phone again. “Roger! Yes, it’s me again, darling. Fabulous things are afoot here…”
    “ Safety deposit box?” Christie repeated under her breath. “ Switzerland? ”
    “ One even you could not break into, my petal,” Adrik muttered in reply.
    “ I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She pursed her lips.
    “ Oh, I think you do.”
    They drew up outside the club’s building, and the doors were opened for them by security staff, ushering them swiftly and efficiently inside to the VIP elevators.
    “Straight up to the top terrace,” said Doug, and the burly attendant pressed the button.
    Christie sidestepped unintentionally into Adrik as the lift hummed into life, whizzing them upward. He caught and steadied her neatly at his shoulder.
    “Sorry,” she murmured, catching his lapel as her heels wobbled on the wool carpet.
    “ My pleasure.” His arm tightened around her waist.
    The VIP roof terrace had an African vibe and theme, where the staff wore Ethiopian-inspired dress and the music was ambient and relaxing – nothing like the energetic street beats in the main rooms of the penthouse below. The VIP clientele consisted mainly of Christie’s guests, and the venue was so large it was easy for them to have privacy among the grass-roofed canopies and woven partitions, allowing everyone to find themselves a secluded section of the balcony away from the central bar and rooftop pool.
    It was into one of these balcony booths that Adrik led Christie. It was lit only by tea-light candles, and had the most incredible view, but the first thing she did was sit down gratefully on the cushioned lounger and slip off her shoes.
    “ Thank you.” Adrik tipped the server generously, who had followed with the champagne in an iced bucket and two glasses. “If anyone asks, we’re not here.”
    “ No problem, sir.”
    They were left alone. Adrik watched, pouring out the drinks, while free of her spiky heels Christie delicately crossed her legs, and rubbed the soles of her feet.
    “Here.” He sat down alongside and handed her a glass, then patted his knee. “Put your feet up.”
    “ I really shouldn’t…”
    “ Put your feet on my lap?” he asked, with a chuckle.
    “ No,” she sighed, and to spite him, rearranged herself on the cushions and stretched out to do as he invited, letting her crossed ankles drop onto his thigh. She twiddled the stem of the glass idly, but didn’t take a sip. “I meant, drink any more tonight. I don’t want to sound drunk when he calls back.”
    “ Then don’t.” Adrik put his own glass aside, and his fingers, slightly chilled, closed slowly around her stockinged feet. “When who calls back?”
    “ I told you,” Christie replied, and wiggled her toes a little to try and ignore the soothing sensation that was coming from his hands as they warmed up, stroking her feet from ankle to toe. “I’m not available.”
    “ And he let you go alone to face the lions at your gallery tonight?” Adrik sounded unimpressed.
    “ I don’t hold with…” Christie hesitated. “He didn’t know the artist was me either. That’s not his fault.”
    “ It’s not the reason he should have been there.” Adrik’s fingertips reached her ankle again, circled around gently and back down. “Soul-mates are there for you all the time. Not just for the life-changing events. For the small things too.”
    “ He supports me.” Christie sipped her champagne a little defiantly, before putting it down and picking up her phone again to intercept yet another Russian bid for the paintings. “He says all the right things.”
    “ But does he do any of them for you?”
    “ That’s really not your business.”
    “ Sounds like a no.” He massaged her