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insides threatened to revolt as she deliberately tried to relax back against the seat. What if she went through with his demands and Costas still released the video?
    She swallowed, took a few shuddery breaths and decided that she should really have pushed harder for some sort of guarantee. Not that Costas would offer her one, not when he held all the cards.
    There really was no choice but to go through with it.
    All she had to do was seduce Mitchell Coleman.

Chapter Two
    Mitchell took the card from his jacket pocket and stared at it for the hundredth time.
    Gina McKenzie, Fitness and Lifestyle Instructor.
    That figured. A woman with a body like Gina’s shouldn’t let it go to waste. It would be a disservice to mankind, bordering on a criminal offense. He couldn’t quite forget the moment last night when he’d turned and looked into those sultry brown eyes that spelled out trouble…and sex.
    If he didn’t know better, he’d think she’d been coming on to him. For some damn reason, back in college, she’d always knocked him back. She’d preferred the troublemakers, the guys who treated women like shit. The one time he’d tried to give her what she wanted, it had backfired big time, and he’d ended up relieved of his pants and the butt of his friends’ jokes.
    While she’d always had a keen intellect, for some reason she never allowed herself to let her brain rule. Maybe, with a body like hers, she’d known even then that she’d hit pay dirt.
    He thumbed the card in his hand. There’d been a moment at the bar when she’d brushed against him slightly, so slightly he doubted she’d even been aware of it. But he was. His cock had sprung to vibrant life while his blood heated from more than the shot of whisky he’d imbibed.
    What the hell did she want with him after twelve years? She’d been a year behind him in college, which made her barely thirty. He knew her mother was in the running for mayor of one of the London boroughs, but he’d never taken the opportunity to find out what happened to Gina. Some things were best left forgotten. She’d never been interested in someone as steady and careful as he was, so why torture himself with might-have-beens?
    He fingered the card for one last time, then popped it into his jacket pocket.
    Mitch leaned back in the leather chair and thanked the formally dressed waiter who brought him coffee. He stared at the dark liquid steaming from the china cup. Who was he kidding asking Gina to meet him here ? Maybe it was a pitiful attempt to have her see him as a force to be reckoned with. The sort of man who could offer her what she wanted. The excitement. The recklessness.
    He’d invested in many things in the past, but a BDSM club had to be the most interesting venture. Not that it was the usual in-your-face type of establishment. The Whitemead Club was to any innocent eye a men’s club, one of several to be found in London’s Mayfair.
    Earlier that morning, he’d met the club’s owner who’d been thinking about expanding out to the provinces, and Jake Malone had allowed him to use the club’s lounge in which to meet Gina.
    He’d considered taking her on a tour of the more interesting parts of the building, but feared she’d see his actions as a cheap attempt to prove himself as liberal and primitive as the next man when it came to sex.
    According to his lovers, he didn’t have to prove anything.
    He drank his coffee, made a few phone calls, then grabbed the financial newspaper and sat back to wait for Gina.
    Right on time, the concierge showed her in.
    She kept her eyes on his as she came toward him, accepting the offer of coffee.
    “Thanks for meeting me.”
    He folded his newspaper and placed it down on the side table. “I don’t have much time to spare.”
    Her gaze flicked over the opulent surroundings. He wasn’t quite sure if she was nervous about where she was or what she’d come to ask him. Deliberately, he kept quiet and waited for her to