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eyes. She yelped and covered her eyes as he banged a cup of coffee on the night stand next to her.
    ‘Coffee,’ Nick told her. ‘Get up, Princess.’
    Clem groaned and when her eyes focused on the bedside clock she growled, ‘It’s five o’clock in the morning.’
    ‘Yeah, and you’re going to be late. Get moving, Red.’ Nick grabbed her mosquito net, spun it and expertly tied it into a knot. He yanked back her sheet and stared down at her long body, barely covered by a tight cotton camisole and low-slung cotton sleeping shorts. The shirt had ridden up to reveal four inches of her flat stomach, complete with a diamond stud in her belly button. Nick immediately wanted to dip his tongue there, feel the contrast between the cool stone and her warm skin.
    Clem half sat and glared up at him, pushing her riotous hair back with her hand. ‘What is wrong with you?’
    Nick backed away from the bed and placed his fists on khaki-covered hips. ‘Your free rideat Two-B—what we call The Baobab and Buffalo Lodge—is over. You can wallow while you work.’
    ‘I have no idea what you are talking about.’ Clem sat up properly and immediately reached for the cup of coffee. She took a sip and closed her eyes in appreciation.
    ‘You’re going to get out of bed and do some work,’ Nick told her, thinking that he had to get out of her room before he put her to work in a very different, and far more pleasurable, way. He kept seeing places on her body, apart from the obvious, he wanted to explore. A spot on her foot underneath the fine ankle chain, the pulse point at the bottom of her throat, the place where her jaw met her neck that looked so soft, so silky.
    Nick hovered by the door. ‘You’ve got fifteen minutes. We leave then, however you’re dressed.’
    Clem stared at him as if he’d lost his mind. ‘No! You’re not the boss of me!’
    ‘How old are you? Five?’ Nick stalked back to the bed, hiding the fact that he was pleased to see some fire in her eyes, heat in her cheeks. ‘And, actually, I am. This is my house, my property, my business. In case you haven’t noticed, you are sleeping in my bed, drinking my coffee.’ He placed his hands on either side of her on the bed and deliberately caged her in. She smelt of lilies, her amazing eyes had his heart stuttering and it took every bit of willpower he had not to lower his mouth to hers.
    ‘So, you have two choices. You get your verypretty butt out of bed, into some old clothes—or, in your case, clothes that you don’t mind getting dirty—and get into my vehicle in—’ he looked at his watch ‘—thirteen minutes or you work in your pyjamas. If you don’t want to work, then ask Daddy to send his jet for you but, until it arrives, you will work. Are we clear?’
    Clem held the cup near her mouth and he could see that her fingers were trembling. She held his gaze for a minute and he saw the realization dawn that he was as serious as a snake bite.
    ‘But what am I going to do? I don’t work! I’ve never worked!’ she wailed.
    ‘Then it’s high time you started,’ Nick suggested and told himself to stand up. He had to repeat the instruction because he was fascinated by the collection of tiny freckles on her nose. ‘Twelve minutes, Red.’
    When he reached the door he heard her sigh and the rustle of bedclothes. ‘You are the most high-handed, arrogant, annoying man I’ve ever met.’
    Nick grinned. ‘Well, your opinion of me is sure to deteriorate as the day marches on.’
    In fact, he could practically guarantee it.
    She made it to the vehicle with thirty seconds to spare and clambered over the passenger door, not bothering to try opening the door. Ha, he hadn’t thought she could get ready in time … points forme, Clem thought as she sat down, trying to avoid the broken spring.
    ‘What are you wearing?’ he demanded.
    Clem looked down at her vintage studded denim shorts, frayed at the hem. Admittedly, she usually wore these to go clubbing in,