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An operation? On what? My corneas?

If he thinks it’s a weird excuse, he doesn’t say anything. Maybe he presumes I had a big weekend and am wearing sunnies to cope with the hangover.

‘I need your help.’

Straight to it, then.

‘Sure, have a seat.’

‘I’m fine.’ He ranges to the windows, his stride long and lean, his body powerful. I mean, he looks powerful and sexy and yet I imagine him naked and my knees almost buckle beneath me.

He stares out at the city, snow falling fast beyond my window, the buildings lit up despite the fact it’s mid-afternoon.

‘Well, Mr Rothsmore, how can I help you?’

‘I was at the masquerade last weekend,’ he murmurs, still not looking at me. And I’m glad, because it means I get to look at him. And keep looking. At his broad shoulders, his narrow hips, his firm ass, his long legs. Legs that have straddled me, legs that have pressed hard against mine.

He turns around and again I’m glad for the glasses. He’s waiting for me to speak. I swallow, bringing much-needed moisture to my mouth. ‘Yes?’

A single word, husky and dry.

‘I met a woman there. I didn’t get her name but I’d like to speak to her. Can you put me in touch?’

My heart hammers like nobody’s business. I’m dying inside. ‘I...’

My pulse is thready in my veins.

‘You know privacy is one of the member guarantees,’ I hear myself saying, moving to the bar across the room and pouring myself a mineral water. I take a sip to buy time.

‘Yes,’ he agrees, his eyes narrowing slightly.

‘That guarantee benefits everybody.’ I move to my desk, propping my hip against it with what I hope passes for nonchalance.

‘Nonetheless, the club is about networking and I have a proposition I’d like to make her.’

I swallow, desire flushing through me. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be! One night, no strings, no more. But, God, I want to push him to the floor and kiss him, hard, and beg him to make love to me. I sweep my eyes shut for a second.

Safe in the knowledge I’ve deleted Miss Anonymous from our forums, I shrug. ‘Have you checked the app?’

‘She’s not there, despite the fact we exchanged messages. I’d appreciate it if you could have someone from IT locate her and give me the details.’

I’m floored. And kind of flattered. ‘That would definitely be against membership rules.’

‘And you don’t break the rules, ever?’ he prompts, lifting a brow, and he’s just so perfectly rakish that my heart does a funny little tremble. I definitely broke the rules last weekend, even if they’re just rules of my own creation.

‘Rarely,’ I say with a small smile, which I quickly flatten. I smiled a lot that night. I can’t give myself away. In fact, I really need to wrap this up. As much as I don’t want him to go, he has to.

That night was an aberration. An itch I needed to scratch, and I scratched it. A lot.

‘Then perhaps this will be one of the occasions you will?’

I am instantly reminded that he is from a very wealthy, very ancient British family, a member of the aristocracy. He speaks with an authority and arrogance that would usually piss me off, but coming from Nicholas it is incredibly hot.

‘I’m afraid not.’

His eyes narrow. I suspect he doesn’t often get told ‘no’.

‘Not even if I make it worth your while?’

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