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ordered a whiskey on the rocks. He gripped the glass with his strong fingers and raised it toward Amy.
    “To your very good health, Ms Carter.”
    Amy was assaulted with an image of those beautiful fingers fondling her ass, delving in her panties, rubbing her hungry clit until she came hard…
    She gulped her wine. “Do you have business in the hotel tonight?”
    “Actually, I came here to speak to you.”
    “Oh? I believe my phone is working fine. Something wrong with yours?”
    He grinned. “I couldn’t stop thinking about how much more I’d like to see of you. So I came here, hoping we might find out what we’ve got in common. Other than an attraction for each other, of course.”
    She sighed. “Just so you are aware, Mr Quinlan, these well-practised lines won’t result in me caving into your arms and acting like a schoolgirl. I am not a groupie; you are not a rock star, and as I said earlier, I will not be joining you between the sheets during my stay. Do you understand?”
    He gazed into her eyes. “Will you stop calling me Mr Quinlan? It’s Adam, alright?”
    Amy hopped off the bar stool. “Go and sexually harass someone else, will you?”
    He opened his mouth to reply, but she grabbed her purse, then turned and strutted outside to the terrace on quivering legs. Secretly hoping he’d follow…
    This April evening was mild, and there was no one around. Solitude, at last. With shaking hands, Amy fumbled in her purse and pulled out a pack of duty-free cigarettes that she’d bought on the plane. She’d actually stopped smoking years ago, but her current emotional state had made her cave in at the thought of a comforting nicotine fix.
    She gripped the cigarette between her lips as the terrace door was pushed open from the inside. Even though she had her back to him, she knew it was Adam. She could smell him. His masculine aroma sizzled in her thighs, enhancing the desire that she knew was pointless. She tried to get a grip on her lust-drenched body but it was already straining with arousal. Keep cool, Amy. You’re here to do a job. You’re a professional.
    She lit the cigarette and inhaled the calming smoke as she gazed at the twinkling skyline. Adam stood next to her and gripped the metal railing with his perfect fingers. Amy hoped he’d be disgusted by the fact that she smoked and leave. But instead, he delivered a grin that crackled in the air between them.
    “Do you know, Ms Carter, I’ve lived here in NYC for three years and I’ve never visited the Empire State – can you believe that?”
    Amy shrugged. “I’ve lived in London for seven years and I’ve never visited Buckingham Palace.”
    “We should do some sightseeing. Wanna take a ride with me?”
    “No. I don’t mix business and pleasure.”
    “Come on, it’ll be fun – we can go tomorrow after the meeting. And then you can show me London when I come over.”
    He spoke as if the arrangement had already been made and all she needed to do was turn up. But she wasn’t letting him order her about, no way. She shook her head and took a drag on the cigarette. Then she blew out the smoke, trying to calm her pounding clit.
    She realised that she needed to get out of here, away from temptation, so she took a step towards the door, but in a cool, commanding voice he asked, “So you didn’t grow up in London, then, huh?”
    Amy halted. She grimaced as she suddenly realised that moving towards the door had inadvertently brought her closer to him. “I don’t feel it’s appropriate to discuss my personal life with you.”
    “Why not? I’m just asking an innocent question. What are you afraid of?”
    She turned and glared into his eyes. “I get the distinct impression that you’re trying to make me feel vulnerable so you can talk me into bed. I may be blonde, but I’m not stupid.”
    “I don’t think you’re stupid, Ms Carter. In fact, I know you’re very intelligent. You certainly saw right through my sly intentions.”
    He threw her