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to be far more exciting than merely jumping, trust me.” The suggestive growl was back. I clenched my thighs together as lewd images rushed through my mind.
    “Well, that’s good to know,” I responded, “but I have to get back to work. We open in an hour and there’s still loads to do.”
    “I’ll ring you again soon, Kerry. Bye.”
    I’d just got myself composed and back out in the club when my phone rang again. It was Darren.
    “What are you doing tomorrow?” he asked, without a greeting.
    “Well, hello, Darren,” I said with a shake of my head. What was it with these guys? They didn’t own me just because I’d slept with them.
    “Hi, what are you doing tomorrow?” He repeated his question.
    “I’m working.”
    “All day?”
    “Pretty much.”
    “Oh. I wanted to take you out.”
    “Well, I’m busy. I do have a club to run, you know.”
    “I know you do. When is your next day off?”
    I smiled. I didn’t do days off as a general rule but my second-in-command was always moaning at me for working too much. I could leave him in charge for one day, it’d make him happy.
    “Wednesday, but I was planning to wash my hair—”
    Darren chuckled. The rumble rolled around in my stomach and directed my thoughts to my crotch area once more. “I’ll wash your hair for you. I’ll pick you up around midday, okay?”
    “I suppose so.” I grinned.
    “Good, I can’t wait. I had lots of fun last night.” His tone softened.
    “So did I, but I have to work now. See you, Darren.”
    “Bye, Kerry.”
    I struggled to control my leaping heart and spinning stomach. What the hell was I going to wear, and moreover, what were we going to do? Darren hadn’t told me. I was fairly sure we’d not be talking business but apart from that I had no clue. Two billionaires—handsome, hot control freaks. How would we cope with each other? I wasn’t sure but I knew it’d be fun to find out.
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    “I’ll buy it,” I snapped. “I do have my own money, you know.” I crossed my arms and pouted.
    “But I said today was my treat,” Darren replied. “So I’m paying.”
    “Look,” I sighed. “I am very happy to be out with you, in fact I’ll even let you buy dinner if that makes you happy, but I am my own woman. I don’t need you to pay for every little thing I want.” Of all the things I’d ever expected to be annoyed by, having things bought for me hadn’t been one of them, but this shopping trip with Darren was getting repetitive. I’d pick something up, say I would purchase it, he’d insist he’d buy it then I’d storm out of the shop without it. I wasn’t going to let any man buy his way into my affections.
    The cute purse in the quaint little boutique went the same way. I slammed it down on the pay desk and stalked out. I was incensed. I knew it might seem a little crazy, but I had always paid my own way in the world, fought to make my business a success so I could afford all I wanted.
    Darren caught up with me as I stormed off.
    “Kerry, look, I’m sorry,” he pleaded, grabbing my arm. “Don’t be mad at me, I just want to treat you well. I want to buy you pretty things to make you happy.”
    I couldn’t look into his sincere blue eyes without feeling a tug of remorse.
    “Look, Darren, I mean no offence, but I’m my own woman, you know?”
    He nodded.
    “I don’t mind you offering to buy me something, but you don’t need to buy everything . It makes me uncomfortable, makes me feel like I’m scrounging off you.”
    “But you’re not. I have the money and I can’t think of a better way to spend it than on a beautiful lady.”
    “Flatterer.” I slapped his arm. He just shrugged and smiled. “All right, then, I tell you what. I’ll let you buy me something but then if I want to get something for myself you won’t insist on paying for it, all right?”
    Darren nodded once more.
    “Good, now where do you want to take me?”
    I was whisked down past Harrods and deeper into the