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hero in the white coat who comes along and saves everyone.’
    ‘Like the guy in the white cowboy hat?’
    He found himself grinning at her. ‘That guy no longer exists. I believe he got run out of town by Clint Eastwood.’
    The waiter arrived to take their order and Jay took the opportunity to study Dr Helen up close. She had the severe kind of beauty that kept men at a distance. He wondered how it must feel to be a woman men wanted. Was that why she looked so remote? Was it a deliberate ploy to put horny men like him off?
    He knew where he wanted her. Naked and in his bed. But how was he going to persuade her it was a good idea? He wasn’t even sure it was himself. She wasn’t the kind of woman you could fuck and forget. What did he have to offer her that a million other men didn’t?
    Helen finished her fourth glass of Chardonnay and placed it carefully on the linen tablecloth. She didn’t normally drink much on a date but, to her surprise, Jay Turner had proved a relaxed and attentive dinner companion. He’d asked a bunch of questions that actually made sense and then listened to her answers without using them as a springboard to talk about himself.
    He sat back, one arm draped over the back of his chair, his attention fixed firmly on her face. ‘So how come you were free this weekend? I assumed you’d be the kind of woman who had only to snap her fingers to get a date.’
    She sighed and rested her chin in one hand. She felt oddly lightheaded and chatty. ‘I dumped a guy this morning. I was supposed to spend a weekend away with him and I realized I couldn’t stand the thought of it.’
    His gray eyes crinkled with amusement. ‘Why?’
    ‘Because he was too old, too rich and too respectful of me.’
    ‘I would’ve thought you’d like that.’
    She held his gaze. ‘I thought I would too, but I’m bored. I’ve spent my whole life making men bow down to me. At work and in my personal life. I’m fed up of being in charge. I want something different.’
    He sat forward and took her hand. ‘Is that why you agreed to have dinner with me?’
    She stared at him. Was it? If only her brain was working properly instead of fizzing with sexual excitement like a teenager’s. ‘You’ve never treated me like a fragile glass ornament.’
    ‘That’s because I want to fuck you and I know glass breaks.’
    ‘You want me?’ She stroked his thumb, which then curled possessively over her fingers. To her distant surprise she was too relaxed to resent his blunt statement. Her whole body heated in a lustful rush. ‘I thought you hated me.’
    He laughed. ‘Hell, I thought I did too, but now I realize I was looking at it from completely the wrong angle.’
    The waiter brought their coffee but Jay didn’t release her hand. ‘If you’re serious about this, I’d like to make you an offer.’
    Helen couldn’t resist stroking his lower lip. He shuddered and turned the caress back on her by sucking her thumb into his mouth.
    ‘What offer is that?’ She sounded breathy. She never sounded breathy.
    ‘I want to be your lover, but there are certain conditions attached that you have to agree to up front.’
    He smiled at her with such sexual promise that she felt her panties flood with moisture.
    ‘I’ve only had a few glasses of wine. I’m perfectly capable of making a decision now.’
    He shook his head. ‘I’ll tell you what I want and then I’ll give you the night to think it over. It’s better that way.’
    Helen took a deep breath. Her whole body hummed with excitement and anticipation. All the years of being responsible, of being the boss, suddenly seemed meaningless.
    ‘Tell me what you have in mind.’
    He studied their joined hands before looking back up at her. ‘It’s simple really. You promise to give up sexual control to me. You do what I say, when I say it. No arguing, no pleading, no changing your mind unless you walk right away from me and never come back.’
    She gazed into his eyes, realizing he