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he had been ‘helped’ toward his decision by
a bucket load of stress. JJ wasn’t just known for his takeovers in
the world of big business but more for his hostile takeovers.
Bluntly put, they called him the ‘Jensen Mako,’ the shark of the
business world.
    Impatience
surged through her as she waited for the lift to reach its
destination, a journey of mere seconds that seemed to be taking
hours. She needed to escape, put some distance between her and
JJ.
    He’d changed.
The man standing next to her bore little resemblance to the boy
she’d known. Abruptly she realised he had been a boy then, despite
how grown up he’d seemed. She flicked him a glance from under her
lashes.
    He’d matured
well, the lean frame she remembered filled out now. Broad shoulders
filled the tailored jacket and skimmed into a narrow waist and
powerful hips and thighs. They weren’t the only changes. His face
was harder, more determined. The glint of silver at his temple
suited him.
    She shivered.
One thing hadn’t changed. He was still the hottest guy she’d ever
seen. Not the prettiest. Working in the music industry she saw
plenty of pretty boys but none affected her the way JJ did. She
stepped out of the lift as soon as the door opened, escaping into
the relative safety of the office beyond.
    “Very nice,”
she commented, her heels soundless in the plush carpet as she
looked around. It was nice in that ‘exec in a box’ interior design
way. Personally she hated it.
    “Bland,” he
replied, striding around her to the desk, unknowingly echoing her
thoughts. “However, you didn’t come here to comment on my taste in
interior design, did you Zette?”
    Her chin rose a
little at his blunt statement, at the slight challenge in his
voice. For some reason he’d forced this meeting. Why, she didn’t
know, but he had. Zette didn’t believe in coincidences and this,
Anders Entertainment being bought out just as she was arranging a
concert at one of their venues, was just too much of a coincidence
to be plausible.
    “No,” she
replied, wondering how to play this one. She didn’t understand the
world JJ moved in, didn’t understand the rules he played by. There
was no way she could play him at his own game and win.
    “I actually
came to see Anders rather than you, so I was a little surprised to
see you here.
    But that was
the point wasn’t it?” she threw back, the look on her face cool,
polite. “Why’d you buy Anders Entertainment? It’s not your usual
style…”
    He looked up
from the papers he was studying on his desk, piercing hazel eyes
catching hers in a direct look. Amusement leeched into them. “My
usual style?” he queried, his voice dropping lower until it was
almost an auditory caress. “Been checking up on me Zette?”
    Anger rose,
sharp and immediate. Of all the patronising, condescending… Didn’t
help that it was true. She had been keeping tabs on him, reading
every little snippet she found in the news. “No! Well, yes, but
only to avoid you and your bloody family!” she bit out, managing to
reign in her temper. Well, most of it anyway.
    He smiled,
covering the flash of annoyance in his eyes before she was sure
she’d seen it.
    He straightened
up. “Oh well, that’s a pity. I really was hoping this meeting would
be slightly more congenial.” “Why?” One delicate eyebrow arched
sharply. Realising her voice had risen to be almost shrill, she
sighed. “Look JJ, I don’t want to butt heads with you, I just want
to get this concert sorted out. So what will it take for these
‘problems’ with the Swithland Venue to go away?”
    “You. In my
bed.”

Chapter Two

    You. In my
bed
.
    Zette blinked,
totally surprised by the softly spoken reply. Then she laughed, the
corners of her eyes crinkling in amusement. She couldn’t help it.
Her in his bed? He had to be kidding.
    “Oh, that’s a
good one,” she chuckled. “You want me to sleep with you and you’ll
agree to hold the concert? That’s…” she