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been like a form of torture. How could it be pleasurable?
    I pressed my thumb and index finger to the bridge of my nose and my cock stirred. Damn it. Watching Julie had made me so hard just the memory was having an effect on me. But it wasn’t witnessing a naked woman masturbating that had tweaked my arousal—and this was what I’d been up figuring out half the night—it was the way she’d folded in on herself. No one else had existed, just her and the pain. She’d floated off into another dimension, gone somewhere else entirely.
    What must that feel like? I couldn’t imagine.
    The office door opened with a loud click and Mary strode in.
    “Lovely, thank you,” I said as she put a red mug on my desk, full to the brim with black coffee.
    “I’ll hold your calls for half an hour, shall I?” She smiled and patted the greying bun at the nape of her neck. “While you perk up a bit.”
    “ Mmm, yes, thanks.” As she left the room, I stared unseeing down at my diary. I didn’t need perking up, Sid Vicious was already awake.
    Sid Vicious. Seriously?
    I shifted on the chair, glanced at the shut door and shoved my right hand down my suit pants to adjust myself. Space was becoming an issue.
    As I gripped my semi, a flashback of Zara doing the same thing last night, just after I’d come, flooded my mind. She’d held me almost soothingly, adoringly, like my cock was her little pet that she’d wanted to take care of and nurture.
    Another rush of blood to my dick hardened it further. I groaned softly then took a sip of coffee. I really shouldn’t be doing this sitting in my office. Getting hard and thinking of the woman who treated oral sex like small change in her pocket, easy come, easy go. She was infuriating, she was enticing. She’d made me feel something I’d never felt before.
    Out of control.
    Ready to give up control.
    A heavy ache of need settled in my belly and tugged at my bollocks. Irritably, I put my coffee down, yanked my hand from my trousers and reached for my pen. Began to write a list of to-do’s for the day.
    Sid would just have to wait until tonight for some action. If I decided to go and pick her up, that was.
    Because I might not. Victor Partridge didn’t like to be given instructions. By anyone.
    “You can’t just barge in there!” Mary said, her voice strident yet muffled by the wall and closed door between us. “You need an appointment, one made through me, and if you don’t have one, which is what I suspect, at the very least I need to check Mr Partridge has time to accommodate you.”
    Whoever had the rude intent to see me didn’t reply. I moved to stand, ready to greet my visitor and placate Mary, but the door swung open before I had time to become fully standing.
    Zara breezed through from the hallway and stared at me, an infuriating smile lifting one corner of her beautiful, scarlet mouth. Too shocked for a moment to say anything, I plunked back down in my seat, forcing myself to avert my gaze from her to Mary, who was still stalking down the hallway, left far behind by my unexpected guest. High spots of colour had sprung up on her cheeks and would verge on purple if I didn’t calm the poor woman soon.
    I regained my usual demeanour, which had threatened to desert me the moment I’d set my sights on Zara, and plastered a normal, if a little tight, smile on my face. I’d stupidly bragged the previous night that I owned this business, and the little minx hadn’t forgotten and was no doubt going to use that fact to her advantage.
    “Ah, this is my fault entirely, Mary, I do apologise.” I cleared my throat as I attempted to recall Zara’s surname, realising I didn’t even know it. “This young lady is a client. I was supposed to have let you know she’d be arriving this morning, but it totally slipped my mind.”
    Mary reached my doorway and frowned, gripping the jamb with gnarled fingers. Her stare was an admonishment that had me feeling young and awkward, told off without