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one-sided grin. “Come on in.”
                  “No, thank you.” She glared haughtily at him. “I’ll meet you back at the restaurant.”
                  He laughed. “I’m already here, baby. And I’ve got champagne.” He patted the soft leather seat. “Hop in.”
                  Angela briefly deliberated and then walked towards the limousine, her lips set in a tight line. She slid next to him and closed the door. With dismay, she realized that the opaque partition was up, which meant that he was basically alone with Dimitri in a confined space. Slow, sensual music filled the car as they glided smoothly down the road. She crocked her head to the side, suddenly realizing that this was the same song they’d made love to on that first, drunken night together.
                  “Champagne?” His voice was slow and sensual as he handed her a flute.
                  Unable to help herself, she drowned it in one gulp. He let out a slow chuckle as he refilled her flute. This time, she took a small sip and set it down on the glass holder before fishing into her purse for her iPad.
                  “So.” Her voice shook as she opened the folio case. She tapped on the screen with a stylus. “I’ve got all the details about the merger right here.”
                  “Oh, do you?” He raised an eyebrow and took a sip of champagne. “Let’s see it then.”
                  Angela stiffened as he threw an arm around her shoulder, his fingers tracing slow circles on her bare arms. “Please, don’t,” she said with excruciating politeness as she dislodged from his embrace. “We’re just colleagues, remember?”
                  “Ah.” He nodded, pulling his arm away. “Just colleagues. Yes.”
                  “So.” Her stylus trembled visibly on the screen as she tapped much harder than necessary. “I spoke to Mr. Anderson this afternoon and…”
                  “Screw Mr. Anderson,” he murmured, playing with her hair. He frowned. “Actually, no. Don’t. I don’t think his old heart could stand the sight of you naked.”
                  She slapped his hand away, furious. “What‘s your deal, Dimitri?”
                  Instead of replying, he drowned his champagne flute and nodded towards the street. “We’re here.” He got out of the car and walked over to open her door. She glared up at him and ignored the hand he held towards her as she got out of the car.
                  “Don’t forget your tablet,” he grinned.
                  Angela flushed as she swiped her iPad from the seat and held it under her arm. He wrapped a loose arm around her waist as they walked into the restaurant. She gingerly tried to push him away but he only curved his arm more tightly around her body, holding her firmly by his side.
                  “Mr. Fox.” A smart-suited man walked over to them as soon as they entered the stunningly elegant restaurant. “Your private table is ready.”
                  “Thank you, Brent.”
                  “That’s not the head waiter,” she whispered to Dimitri as they strode across the eating area.
                  “No, that’s Brent. Hotel manager.”
                  Angela blinked. “Oh wow.” She suddenly noticed that they’d left the restaurant altogether. “Hey where are we going?”
                  His caramel-tinted eyes twinkled down at her. “You’ll see.”

Chapter 6
     
                  They slipped out of the restaurant and followed the manager into the hotel’s luxurious compound. Angela couldn’t help but gasp as they advanced towards a wide, circular swimming pool, illuminated by soft pink and turquoise light. There was a stone gazebo right in the middle of the water and this time she