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her stranglehold on him. 
    “Put me down,” she demanded.
    “If you insist, cherie ,” he replied, lowering her ever so slowly. Her groin pressed and rubbed against his on the way by. Her thighs slid down over the fabric of his trousers and the long tense muscles beneath. Her skirt rucked upwards, as though keen to help with their introduction. Finally her feet touched the carpet.
    She tore herself away, and stood panting and no doubt pink, hauling her skirt down into place.
    “Want to hear more?”
    “Of course I don’t,” she snapped. 
    Alex slipped the recorder back into his pocket.
    “So we have a deal.” 
    “Not from choice—as you well know.”
    His husky chuckle set all her nerve-endings tingling. She glared at him. How dare he laugh at her as though he found her amusing?  

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
    “If you don’t want him, I’ll have him,” Sarah offered, inspecting Alex with appreciative eyes.
    “Bet you wouldn’t want him if you knew what he was really like,” she said huffily. “He’s a high-handed, arrogant predator. He takes advantage of defenseless women. He’s got wandering hands. And...and...”
    “Kerri Lush—I thought you were ‘off’ men right now,” Sarah smirked.
    “I am. Absolutely. And particularly off this one.” 
    “Mmmm, you could have fooled me, jumping all over him like that.”
    “To get my recorder back!”
    “If you say so, sweetie,” Sarah said, disbelief in every honeyed syllable. “Have a nice dinner then. Looks like I’ll be eating all on my lonesome.”  
    She picked up the mugs of coffee. “Do you want this while she gets changed?” she asked, offering one to Alexandre while Kerri stood there, momentarily speechless.
    They moved to the sofa together and sat like a pair of old friends.
     “I won’t be bothering to change,” Kerri muttered.
    “ Merci ,” Alexandre said, accepting the second coffee. He peered briefly into its fragrant depths and then drilled Kerri with his dark blue eyes. “ Oui , you’ll need to change because I have the motor cycle. You recall I said you should wear trousers and a jacket when we ‘spoke’ earlier this afternoon?”
    Kerri knew exactly what he meant by ‘spoke’. There’d been very little sensible discussion.  
    “Will jeans do?” she demanded. The jeans she had in mind were as good as a suit of armor. “Or will there be other dressed-up people there?” 
    He shook his head. “No-one but you and me and Gaston.  You’ll get two interesting men for the price of one.” He raised a dark eyebrow. “See how kind I am to you? A chance to conclude your interview with me, and to talk with Gaston about his fascinating life and delicious food. Two separate articles for your newspaper.”
    “I bet this is a set-up to get some free publicity for him.”
    “He’s far from needing it,” Alexandre assured. “And you’re still making me bets, Ms Lush.” He turned to Sarah. “She does this to you, too?”
    “All the time. She’s terrible. What has she bet you?”
    Alex tucked his tongue into his cheek and smiled. “Numerous small things. Nothing significant.”  
    Fuming, Kerri scooped up her shoes and dashed from the room before she could dig herself a deeper hole to fall into. The nerve of the man—claiming their conversation had been insignificant.
     
    “She is very...impulsive...your friend Kerri,” Alex murmured past the rim of his coffee mug, chagrin more evident now Kerri was out of the way. “I’m not the ogre she paints me as. I hope to be able to talk some sense into her this evening.”
    Sarah sipped and nodded. “Good luck with that, then. I’ve never managed it. Kerri’s had a funny life. She’s a really good journalist—better than me—but she carries a lot of personal baggage around with her.”
    Alex searched her face, hoping for more.
    “Her grandparents brought her up after her father died.”
    “No mother?”
    Sarah shrugged. “Re-married and