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Sure.”  She responded in a daze, blinking rapidly at her friend.  She found focus when Alex smiled at her.  He’s encouraging me to go with this man?  Why?
    “Two more glasses of scotch,” he said to Alex before turning away and taking a couple of steps in the direction of his seat.  He paused then looked over his shoulder at Mackenzie.  “Come.”
    “Yes sir.”  Mackenzie voice stuttered as she spoke, the nervous energy running through her.  What could he want with me?  Maybe flirting with that blond man wasn’t such a bright idea.
    “Sit.”  She watched as he sat back in his chair.  He stretched his legs out in front of him, crossing them at the ankles.  He looked more relaxed than usual.  His stance, his demeanour still commanded obedience though, and when he nodded his head to the chair beside her she quickly moved to sit in it.
    He steepled his hands in front of his face, his index fingers touching his delectable lips, his eyes trained on her s.  Silently he watched her as she swallowed nervously.  Heat pooled in between her thighs at his intense stare.  Alex came up beside them, placing two glasses on the table.  She caught his eye and his eyes voiced his concern, there was a question in them as surely as there was in hers.  She nodded slightly, letting him know it was okay, she was okay.  Alex walked away.  No, I’m not okay.  What does he want with me?
    “Drink,” he commanded, his eyes locked intently on hers.
    She looked down to the glasses of amber liquid on the table.  She was about to taste that expensive scotch that she had often wondered about.  She was sitting in the position she had often fantasized about, with the man that featured in those fantasies.  Suddenly her nerves left her.  He bought me a drink - he never buys them a drink.   That thought filled her with a sense of power.  A confident feeling came over her as she reached for the glass of liquid that cost more than she made in a night working here.  She lifted it to her lips, her eyes flicking back to his.  He was still watching her.  She kept her eyes trained to him as she tilted the glass, the liquid flowed into her mouth.  It was smooth, it burnt, yet it was cold, it tasted unlike anything she had ever drank before.  It was delicious.  She savoured the feel of it in her mouth, closing her eyes as she swallowed.  She let out a small moan and then licked her lips.  Lifting her lids a moment later she found he was still watching her, and if possible, his eyes were even darker than before.
    She forgot that she was meant to be working.  She forgot that this was unusual, that she would never sit with a client and have a drink , not during working hours anyway.  Nothing about this situation was normal.  She didn’t want those thoughts, she pushed them aside, focusing on the man in front of her.  His hands moved from his chin and he rested his forearms on the arms of the chair.  The side of his mouth lifted ever so slightly, a half-smile, more than he had ever offered her before.  It was genuine.  It was surprisingly warm.
    “Di d you enjoy that?” he asked huskily.
    “Oh yes,” she replied after a moment of wondering what he was referring to, she was feeling a little dazed, not from the alcohol, but from his presence.  “I’ve never tasted scotch quite like it.”
    “I should think not.”  It was a condescending tone.  He was pointing out that she couldn’t afford such an extravagant drink.  He watched her as her anger flared, he seemed to take pleasure in it.  “Keep drinking,” he said with a smirk that oozed sex and was unlike his previous genuine one.
    She wanted to tell him to go to hell , she wanted to tell him he was an arrogant pig for pointing out their obvious difference in wealth.  But there was something about the way that he spoke, the demand of his voice that stopped her.  She wanted to please him and so she again lifted the glass to her lips.
    An “ahh” came from