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thought.
    “You’ve changed your scent back,” Roman said.
    Milly nodded. Last night she had tried a new one, it had been a Christmas present from a friend. Tonight she had been about to spray her new perfume yet had remembered Roman’s comment last night. He hadn’t said that he’d liked the new one and, for reasons she couldn’t properly fathom, she had gone back to her old scent tonight.
    “I prefer this one.” Roman said.
    She was glad that she had changed back now. “I’ll leave you.”
    “Sit!” Roman said, but Milly shook her head.
    “I’m not allowed to.”
    He looked over to Simon who was flirting outrageously with a pilot, and Roman watched as the pilot put down his swipe card on the table and, sure enough, as Simon cleared his plates and glass he pocketed it.
    Nine pm came, and all the complementary drinks were locked away and the trays were collected to be taken down to the kitchen, though not before Milly and Simon took a ten minute supper break and Simon told her that he had the most terrible migraine coming on.
    “Should you be drinking?” Milly checked. “If you’re getting a migraine?”
    “It’s just one glass,” Simon said, rubbing his forehead and grimacing. “I thought it might take the edge off.”
    “Why don’t you go home,” Milly offered. “I can set up for breakfast.”
    “You don’t mind?” Simon checked. “If I can just take some painkillers and go straight to bed . . . ”
    Milly did mind! She was a little bit tired of Simon’s all too frequent migraines, but she knew he would just hang around being miserable and not doing much if he didn’t go home.
    “Go home and get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
    “Thanks so much, Milly. There’s only Clifford and Roman, watch out for . . . ”
    “I can handle Roman,” Milly said.
    “I know that you can, he really does seem to have a soft spot for you. I was actually going to say watch out for sleazy Clifford.”
    “I’ll be fine.” Milly smiled and then she set to work, ringing the kitchen to say that the trays were ready to go down and then she started to set up for breakfast in the morning.
    After ten pm, guests needed a swipe-card to get into the lounge, as it was unmanned overnight, but staff would be in in the morning and breakfast would be served there from six.
    Roman saw that Clifford was watching Milly set up the tables for the morning. Her back was to him and Clifford was openly leering at her at her bare legs.
    “Milly,” Clifford called out to her. “Is there any chance of another drink for a favourite guest?”
    “I’m sorry, Clifford,” Milly turned and briefly smiled. “All the drinks are locked away now.”
    “Oh, I’m sure . . . ” Clifford started, but Roman intervened.
    “Hey,” Roman said and the elderly man turned and frowned as he realised that Roman was addressing him. “She said that the drinks are finished for the night—I think it might be time to retire.”
    “It’s fine,” Milly said and shot Roman a look to tell him to back off. Yes, she was extremely uncomfortable around Clifford, but she certainly didn’t need a very drunk Roman coming to her rescue.
    “Milly likes having me here,” Clifford said and got back to leering. But when his hand went beneath the table and Roman guessed that the old man was having a feel of himself, he got to his feet and walked, a touch unsteadily, over to him.
    “I said,” Roman repeated. “That I think it might be time for you to retire.”
    “I don’t need some young punk telling me when to leave. I’ll have you know I’m a judge . . .”
    “ Mne pohui! ” Roman told him, rather rudely in Russian, that he didn’t care who he was. “Get your filthy eyes off of her and get out.”
    “Roman,” Milly warned, wondering if she should call down for security. Simon was right, Roman was like a ticking bomb and by the looks of it he was about to go off!
    “You can’t speak to me like that,” Clifford