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    The silence hung for long moments and just as she was about to speak, her coffee arrived.
    She grabbed the cup and took a sip before looking around the room again.
    Mitchell tried to see it through her eyes. At first glance, there was nothing to suggest this was an adult playground. The furnishings were opulent and luxurious, the furniture antique and classy, the clientele at this time of day mostly businessmen—like himself—taking time out of their busy schedules for some extracurricular activity—unlike himself.
    Mitchell shared a healthy interest in what Jake had built, but the lifestyle wasn’t for him, especially not considering some of the clients were keen to let others view their activities. He had enjoyed some of the implements connected with the lifestyle and hadn’t been averse to some light bondage and other more adventurous pursuits, but at heart, he was a strictly one man/one woman, sex in private kind of guy.
    Unbidden, an image of Gina tied up, her wrists and ankles tightly bound, her eyes covered, filled his head. He’d caught a glimpse of her breasts once, when along with several other guys at college, he’d snuck into the girls’ shower rooms and caught himself an eyeful. The image had been burned on his retinas and now he wondered if the sight of any other woman’s breasts had compared to that sensual feast Gina’s had afforded him.
    Across from him, she took a long slow breath which pulled him back from his happy meanderings. “As you probably saw from my card, I run a fitness studio. I’m looking to expand and I wondered if you might give me some advice.”
    Since her eyes flitted around the room and didn’t alight anywhere, he knew that wasn’t the real reason she was here. Besides which, unless she’d had a major personality transplant, he doubted she was remotely interested in developing business opportunities. But whatever, he’d play along. “What sort of advice?”
    She shrugged. “Whether you think it’s a good idea, especially in the current financial climate, or whether it would be best if I wait until a better time. That sort of thing.”
    A hundred other people could give her that kind of advice. No way in hell would she deliberately seek him out. He had to admit he was more than intrigued. “What sort of expansion are you considering?”
    She crossed her legs beneath a short skirt, displaying those fabulous limbs. Shit. The sight of them always had the power to make his mouth go dry.
    “My studio is doing really well. I have a full-time staff of two and the classes are almost always fully booked, sometimes with a waiting list. I thought it would be a good idea to think of moving things ahead now. I was considering maybe opening another studio, and going from there.”
    Mitchell pursed his lips. “Sounds like a plan. What’s your profit margin?”
    Her eyes went wide for a moment, and he knew she hadn’t a clue. “Well, I make a good profit. If you’d like to see my books I can arrange it.”
    Again, he bit back a smile. He’d like to see a whole lot more than her books. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
    She shuffled in her seat, sending that skirt farther up her thighs and taking his blood pressure along with it. He felt his cock twitch.
    With a huge sigh, she sank back against the chair. “Asking your advice about my business was only one of the reasons I sought you out last night.”
    He merely raised his eyebrows.
    “I saw you and thought it would be a good opportunity to come over and sort of make amends for what I did to you in college. I’ve always regretted it and I wanted to see if you’d forgiven me.”
    Any more layers of bullshit and Mitch wondered if Jake would need to have the whole place fumigated. “Haven’t given it much thought, to tell the truth. But just for the record, what sort of amends did you have in mind?”
    Her face flushed a little, pleasing him no end. He struggled to keep his eyes on hers as she shifted in her

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