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quirked, a lopsided half-smile that did things to her insides that should be illegal.
    "How else do you think I got a table at such short notice?"
    He moved closer to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
    "So, what did you want to thank me for?"
    "For helping with the concert," she gabbled, trying to subtly shift to the side to give herself some breathing room.
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    He followed, the gleam in his eyes saying she wasn't getting away that easily.
    "Since your team started helping, things have moved so quickly it's amazing!" She shook her head, still astounded. As soon as she'd made that call, the one agreeing to his insane proposition, JJ had been as good as his word. His team had arrived the next day, taking up the slack and freeing Zette up for the myriad of other vital tasks she needed to do. So far they'd managed to achieve more in two days than she had in two weeks. All she'd had to do was say what she needed, they went away and voila, it was done.
    The lift door pinged their arrival and slid open. Zette slipped past him into the dubious safety of the corridor. It was a temporary reprieve and she knew it but when he got close, crowded her like that, she couldn't think. Her brain functions all ceased in favour of anticipation.
    She drew a ragged breath as he sauntered out of the lift, an amused look in his eye. Damn it, he knew what effect he had on her, knew she went to pieces when he touched her.
    Judging by the look on his face he was highly amused by the fact as well.
    "No thanks necessary. We had a deal." His palm splayed over the back of her hips again as they stopped outside a door. She bit her lip, suppressing a shiver at his touch. His breath stirred the loose strands of hair at her nape as he leaned down to swipe his key card, his tone silky. "I help you with the concert, I get you in my bed. Remember?"
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    to remind her? She was trying to pretend, however unlikely considering how they felt about each other, that they were an ordinary couple out on a date. But instead he'd had to remind her what it was really all about. He was paying her for her
    'services,' just not in money like an ordinary hooker.
    She snorted to herself. Well, if she was expected to play the hooker, then she didn't have to pretend any feelings for him did she? Other than contempt.
    "I'm here, aren't I? What more do you want?" She pushed through the door as soon as it opened and into the room beyond. It slammed shut behind her, the loud bang making her wince.
    Hard hands dropped onto her shoulders, spinning her around. A gasp escaped her as he pushed her back against the door, his body pressing hard against her. The look on his face hard, anger flashing in his eyes.
    "What more do I want? You know what I want!"
    His lips crashed down to claim hers, plundering and demanding. His larger body, all masculine lines and hard planes, surged against her. Pressing her against the door, her breasts flattened against the broad plains of his chest.
    As soon as his lips touched hers her anger shifted, found an alternative outlet. He'd forced this, forced her into this situation but she refused to let him make her a victim. She'd use him as much as he was using her. Use this as a way to exorcise him and the weird hold he seemed to hold over her for good.
    She met him kiss for kiss; hot, open mouthed kisses that drove the flames between them higher.
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    His hand slid into her hair, scattering the pins as he pulled her head back. His lips blazed a trail of fire down her throat.
    Cheeks burning, she moaned and wriggled to get closer, revelled in the feel of that deliciously male body pressed into hers.
    His hand reached down, pulling her thigh over his hip. It splayed over the back of her thigh, smoothing over her bare skin under the skirt. She gasped as he