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Demyan Zukov was an absolute bastard.
    It was just that her body said otherwise.
    Demyan glanced up as she approached. Those cheeks were on fire again but possibly, Demyan conceded, more from embarrassment at the disagreement she had just witnessed.
    Demyan didn’t need to explain himself and he certainly wasn’t about to tell Alina what Nadia’s response had been when he had called her a whore—instead of dissolving or crying, or better still hanging up, Nadia had simply dropped her voice and purred into the phone, ‘If you want me to be.’
    Alina held out the tablets, watching his mouth lift into a very wry smile as she held out her hand.
    ‘It will take a bit more than two,’ Demyan said to her offering. ‘Bring me the packet.’ When Alina still stood there, he was more specific. ‘Bring me the packet and a glass of iced water.’
    ‘It says on the packet that the dose is two.’ Alina watched his spiky black lashes blink at her small defiance.
    ‘If I wanted a nurse I would have hired one.’ His eyes lifted and met hers and Alina found that she was holding her breath as Demyan paused and his very straight nose breathed in air that was scented with the cologne she had spilled. ‘A nurse who didn’t meddle with my toiletries. Bring me the packet.’
    ‘I’m not getting you any more.’ Alina didn’t care if it meant that she was fired—she certainly wasn’t about to feed Demyan his drugs, even if it was just a couple of extra painkillers that he was asking for. She saw his eyes widen a touch, watched him open his mouth to speak, but Alina got in first. ‘If you want to overdose then you can fetch them yourself.’
    Alina put the tablets down on the table in front of him and waited for the same roar he had served Nadia.
    It never came.
    Alina blinked in surprise when Demyan merely shrugged and stood up, though he did not head to the bathroom to get any more tablets; instead, he picked up his jacket. ‘We will go and look at my residence but first we will stop for lunch. Perhaps it is fresh air that I need more than painkillers.’ He liked her shy smile and the way that her serious brown eyes flared in relief.
    He liked it that she defied him.
    So few did.
    ‘Ring and book a table.’ Demyan had made more decisions than he cared to this morning, he simply wanted lunch. ‘You choose where.’
    That should be it.
    With anyone else, that would have been it.
    His word, her command.
    ‘Actually...’ Alina gave a tentative cough before continuing, ‘I can’t have lunch with you.’
    ‘Excuse me?’
    ‘I have to have lunch separately from the client.’ Alina attempted the impossible, to explain rules to a man who made his own. ‘It’s in the agency guidelines. It’s on the contract that you signed last night.’
    ‘Did I?’
    Alina fished out the boilerplate contract from her bag and showed Demyan, who looked at his unmistakable signature. Last night remained a bit of a blur. ‘So I did.’ He flicked through the contract. ‘It says here that you are to finish promptly at five, with no exceptions. Can I ask why?’
    ‘I’m a temp,’ Alina said. ‘It’s simply the agency guidelines.’ She didn’t add that Elizabeth would very possibly throttle her if she knew what was being said. Elizabeth would have her staying back to midnight if it pleased Demyan. Neither did she add the guidelines meant that by finishing promptly at five she was able to work in the evenings.
    ‘Very well.’ Demyan shrugged. ‘We have a lot to do between now and five but first I need to eat.’
    Alina called a restaurant from the list Marianna had emailed over and she called for his driver too, who was waiting for them as they stepped onto the forecourt.
    For the first time in her life, Alina felt heads turn.
    Though, of course, they turned for Demyan.
    The door to a sleek silver car was being held open and after a teeny hesitation Alina realised that Demyan was waiting for her to get in.
    In the back.
    With him.
    So