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spluttered, but then, perhaps realising he wasn’t in his courtroom now, and that this six foot two, muscled wall of testosterone would have no qualms taking him down, he chose to head for the exit.
    “I’ll be speaking with management in the morning about the low-life they’re letting in Club . . . ”
    “ Idi syuda  . . . ” Roman told him to come here and say that. He was back to the streets, young, wild and furious with the world and he went to follow Clifford but Milly pushed her hand to his chest.
    “There’s no need for that . . . ” She could feel the hard muscles beneath his shirt and the thump of his heart and she actually had to peel her hand from him for it wanted to remain.
    “I can’t stand that old goat,” Roman said and Milly looked at him, angry and tousled yet somehow he made her smile. In truth, she was glad for Roman intervening. Clifford was another ticking time-bomb but of a very different kind and she was rather glad that Roman had been here tonight.
    “Thanks,” she conceded and then looked at him. “Though I think that it might be time you retire for the night.”
    “I haven’t been to bed this side of midnight for a very long time.”
    “I’ve heard.” Milly smiled and then carried on setting up as Roman sat back down.
    “Do I get another drink?” Roman asked and Milly was about to run her usual line about how the drinks were locked away but, what the hell, Roman was her favourite guest. She went and got the keys to the bar fridge and took out a glass and then she pulled his bottle vodka from the freezer.
    “You’ll cost me my job,” Milly said as she placed them on the table and Roman proceeded to serve himself.
    “I can give you another.”
    Milly blinked, wondering if he meant that she could work in one of his many hotels.
    At that moment, that was exactly what Roman meant.
    “Doesn’t it turn your stomach?” Roman asked as she finished setting up. “Being chatted up by drunk old business men?”
    “At times.” Milly gave a small shrug. “But you do what you have to to pay the rent.”
    Roman was drunk enough to misinterpret. He knew very well what went on in hotels and it clearly went on at Ravello’s, after all, he’d seen the pilot slip Simon his swipe-card. He and Isaak had done what they could to stamp it out in their own hotels, but really it was impossible to police and they had given in. At the end of the day, given the way they behaved, who were they to judge others?
    “Take the bottle up to your room,” Milly warned because she’d get in trouble if it was found here in the morning.
    “I know how to be discreet,” Roman said and met her eyes and watched as a dull blush flooded her cheeks, but then she walked off.
    Milly?
    She was so sweet, he simply couldn’t imagine it from her, but then, Roman mused, what did he really know about Milly?
    What did he need to know?
    Roman had never paid for sex; he had never needed to.
    He might just be prepared to pay for affection though.
    He needed that tonight.

Chapter Three

    M illy went through to the kitchenette, and leant against the wall for a moment. She told herself that the reason her heart was hammering was because of the near fight between Roman and Clifford. It had nothing to do with that though and she knew it—it was the look that Roman had just given her and the fact that her hand was still tingling from the brief contact with his chest.
    She put on her trench-coat and did up the buttons and belt, telling herself she was imaging things. Roman wasn’t interested in her.
    Surely?
    Yet he always spoke with her, when he didn’t with the other staff, and he’d stood up for her with Clifford.
    As Milly walked out she turned off the overhead lights and left the Club with just the small sidelights on, then she went to the wall control to turn off the music.
    “Leave it on,” Roman said.
    “I can’t,” Milly said. “I have to turn everything off before I leave.”
    “Then don’t