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evident from their early morning love-making. His smile revealed the humour behind his question.
    'Yes, oh masterful one ... without you I am nothing,' fawned Amy. 'Merely a poor, helpless woman unable to function without the guidance of a good strong alpha male.' She giggled at the notion, knowing it to be light years from the truth.
    'Well you're no use to me then, are you? The woman I fell in love with was strong, intelligent, an individual, someone who wanted to take on the world. How can a poor, helpless woman deal with the day-to-day workings of a nightclub? Monies in, monies out, VIP nights, bar orders, employing workers and security … no, you're no use to me. Better get a man in ...'
    Grinning with mischief, Amy stared Riley straight in the eyes and kept his gaze as she allowed one of her hands to travel down his body and cup his balls. She gave them a firmer than comfortable squeeze. 'Well, for your information, mister high-falutin mogul, this little lady is more than capable of doing everything this club needs and more. The business plan is done, I have agencies scouting for the right staff for me and the decor is going to be cool enough to blow any other club in the country out of the water. Got that?'
    'I think me and my knackers are more than aware that you're the woman for the job, if you'd like to give them back to me in one piece!' He indicated her clenched hand and sighed slightly as Amy eased the pressure. 'Your strength and drive are two of the many reasons I adore you. I can't wait to see the club come to life.'
    'I'll fill you in on the business plan tonight if you wish. I want to bounce some ideas off Laura today – share some rather fabulous thoughts I have for the club with her. If there's one thing that Laura and I have always loved doing together over the years it's strutting our way across a million dance floors so we know what makes a good one. And seeing as she doesn’t exactly have a lot of other things on her plate right now, she is more than keen to help. Plus we work well together. I'll fill you in over dinner this evening.'
    Riley slipped his body out from beneath the sheets and stood naked at the side of the bed.
    A crease of worry streaked across his face. 'It might have to wait until tomorrow. There's some business at the factory I need to attend to tonight. Trouble with some of the workers. I've had to call an after-hours meeting so I may be rather late. Very late in fact, if they don't play ball. Club talk will have to be postponed. I'm sure you're capable of not fucking it up on your own,' he laughed, turning away from Amy and heading towards their en-suite bathroom.
    'You cheeky bugger,' laughed Amy, swiping at his naked ass with her hand as he walked away. 'This club will be amazing. You just wait ...'
    It was true, she knew it would be. It was something she had always dreamed of, ever since she’d first gyrated her teenage hips to the dance tunes at her school disco. Music made her happy and more so if it made other people happy. And if Amy could make other people euphoric then she would have fulfilled her mission on earth. She would always remember how she felt as the DJ segued from one up-tempo slab of hi-BPM joy into the next. Her senses would fly and her spirits soar as she realised the tune that she would be dancing to next. Music was the ultimate power as far as she was concerned and the DJ was able to play God. It was a feeling that she still adored today, a sense of heaven, and running her own nightclub, employing the best DJs to play the best music, filling it with the rich and famous, the designer and the decadent was what she had always craved.
    When she had suggested it to Riley, he had leapt at the chance, ready to let her realise her ambitions. It would be the finest club Manchester had ever seen. She knew it would work, she wouldn't let it be otherwise. She even had the name for it. In her mind she could already see the neon sign, beckoning party-goers