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cleared somewhat. I hated this man. The only
thing I wanted from him was revenge. To take him to a high place
and drop him. In my head a small voice laughed at me. Or maybe you
will get burned again. I ignored it.
    There was a chauffeured Mercedes waiting
outside.
    ‘ Driving in London is a
nightmare,’ he explained.
    The driver jumped out and held the car door
open and Miko’s fingers brushed my elbow as I got in. He closed the
door after me and went to the other side. The interior was
wonderfully cool. Miko slid in and the car rolled away smoothly. He
asked my address and I gave it. He closed the glass partition and
turned to me.
    ‘ You’re a very beautiful
woman, Lexi Johnson.’
    ‘ Thank you.’
    ‘ But you are also very,
very mysterious.’
    ‘ What makes you say
that?’
    ‘ Because you have the eyes
of a woman who is hiding a secret.’
    ‘ All women hide secrets,
Mr. Barokas.’
    ‘ Miko. I can’t have you
calling me Mr. Barokas while my cock is deep inside your
pussy.’
    My mouth gaped with shock.
    ‘ Why do you seem so
shocked? I’m sure every man you meet must want to fuck you
senseless.’
    He was right—men were always falling over
themselves to bed me, but I had never been affected by their lust,
their passion or whatever they wanted to call it. Some had even
called it love. I did not believe that for an instant. They loved
an unreal thing. This thing I had become was not the real me. The
real me was in my bedroom, curled up in bed with a good book.
    ‘ Oh, here we are. This is
me,’ I said.
    The car slid to a stop and I scrambled out,
into the hot summer night. He was around to my side faster than I
could compose myself.
    ‘ Well, goodnight
then.’
    He seemed amused. ‘I’ll walk you to your
door.’
    I somehow managed to fumble with the keys
and we stood together in the foyer of the building outside the lift
doors. I called it and turned toward him nervously. ‘There is
really no need for you to come any further.’
    He didn’t answer, simply pulled me toward
his tight body so I could feel his erection pressing, hot and hard
into my belly. I gasped, shocked by the raging desire to have this
man deep inside. It was so strong it made my body shake. I had not
expected to respond like this to him.
    ‘ Lexi,’ he whispered, his
hand journeying from the top of my shoulder into the neckline of my
shirt. His fingers were like silk, but on the mounts of his palms
lived the excitingly rough calluses that came from training with
weights.
    I watched him as he bent his head and
claimed my mouth.
    Then I exploded.
    There is no other way to describe how I fell
apart under his mouth. Every cell in my body craved and ached for
release as his silky fingers gently caressed my nipples through the
material of my bra and shirt. I wanted to tear his clothes off and
impale myself on him. How long since I was touched by such a
violent hunger? Not since I had sat in a car under the canopy of a
tree and looked at a star-filled sky. The thought brought demons.
Old demons. I froze. So did he.
    ‘ What is it?’ he asked,
drawing back slightly.
    ‘ Too soon. Way too soon,’
I gasped.
    ‘ Will you have dinner with
me tomorrow?’
    I nodded.
    ‘ Leave the office early.
I’ll ring your doorbell at seven.’
    ‘ It kind of depends on
Janey.’
    ‘ Ah, that woman who wears
human skin shoes.’
    I smiled weakly. ‘Exactly—that one.’
    ‘ Leave her to
me.’
    The lift arrived and I walked into it.
    ‘ Wear something nice,’ he
said, and the doors closed on him. Immediately, my knees buckled. I
looked at my reflection in the chrome walls. I looked wild. My
hair, my eyes, my mouth, my cheeks. Everything looked so
foreign.
    I was playing with fire.
     
    ~~~~~
     

Six
    I ’d had a horrible day at work. Janey seemed coldly disgusted
with me—always polite, but under the surface, simmering. As if I
had left a dead rat on her breakfast tray.
    At five to five I closed my office door and
left. As I walked out