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He wouldn’t make a nuisance of himself because he’s too high-profile. Would never risk a scandal. If he says he wants to talk, then that’s all he’ll do. Unless…’
    â€˜Unless what ?’
    â€˜Unless you decide otherwise…’
    â€˜Fat chance.’
    â€˜Then what’s the problem? Free evening? Enjoy yourself. Now, you go change, darling. Busy, busy, busy here tonight. No time to stop and have a prolonged chat.’
    But she didn’t like the feeling of being manipulated. Even if it did feel good to have an evening to herself. No books, no nightclub. No Frankie.
    If she got to the door and discovered that he had changed his mind, all the better. She’d play truant and skip one evening’s work and find herself some twenty-four-hour place where she could just sit and be at peace with her thoughts. Going back to the house was not an option, even though Frankie wouldn’t be there. Just being within those four walls was enough to make her feel suffocated.
    But he was there. Waiting. Just as he had promised. Tall, impossibly handsome and looking at her with an expression she couldn’t read, which made her feel more apprehensive rather than less. Apprehensive and somehow… alert . Alive.
    â€˜How did you pull that off?’ was the first thing she asked, glaring.
    Like an angry cat, he thought. An angry cat that he had got it into his head he wanted to tame. An angry cat that would jump six feet into the air if he so much as touched her, even if the touch was strictly polite. He pushed open the door and stood back so that she could brush past him.
    â€˜Didn’t Harry tell you?’ Dominic asked curiously, making sure not to invade her space.
    â€˜He said you gave him your business card. He said you were someone important in the City.’ Mattie regarded him levelly, with hostile suspicion. ‘I don’t care how important you are, you know the ground rules.’
    â€˜But not your name.’
    â€˜Sorry?’
    â€˜I know the ground rules, but I still don’t know your name.’
    â€˜Matilda.’
    â€˜Matilda. You don’t look like a Matilda,’ he said in an amused voice, and her back stiffened.
    â€˜No. And what do I look like? Something a little fluffier? A Candy, perhaps? Maybe fluffier still?’
    â€˜Are you always on the defensive? Matilda?’
    â€˜Mattie,’ Mattie muttered. ‘Everyone calls me Mattie. I hate the name Matilda.’ She blushed at this unnecessary volunteering of information, even though it was hardly a state secret.
    â€˜Why?’
    She shrugged, as he knew she would, just as he knew that she hated having let slip the innocuous detail because it was of a personal nature.
    â€˜Well, Mattie,’ he stretched out one arm to hail a taxi, and as it slowed down to pull up to them he said with deadly seriousness, ‘we’re going to have to get in a cab together to go to this hotel…’
    â€˜Hotel? Oh, no. No, no.’ She began backing away and Dominic clicked his tongue in impatience.
    â€˜I said hotel . I didn’t say hotel room . We’re going to a hotel in Covent Garden that I often use when I’m working late. There’s a bar downstairs and it’s guaranteed to be full.’ But her big green eyes were still watching him warily, and he had to fight the urge to just reach out and smooth her ruffled feathers.
    He, who had never had to try when it came to the opposite sex, could scarcely believe that he was now willing, at some ungodly time of the evening, to bide his time.
    â€˜Now, are you going to come with me or not? If not, then you can rest assured that you won’t see me again. If you do decide to come, then you’ll just have to swallow your misgivings and climb into this taxi with me. Make your mind up.’
    He saw the debate flitting across her face and wondered what he would do if she walked away. Wondered what had brought