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seat again. “Well, an apology for starters. And maybe I could buy you that drink.”
    Seeing as he was intrigued beyond measure and more than a little turned on by her delicious body, Mitch pursed his lips and nodded. “Apology accepted, as is the offer of a drink.”
    The relief that shone in her eyes and the way her shoulders sagged, alerted him to the fact there were even more layers to this chance meeting than investments to be considered and amends to be made. Just what was the little witch up to?
    “Would tonight be okay? Or are you busy?”
    “Nothing I can’t rearrange. Where?”
    At her hesitation, Mitch wondered if he’d ever been quite so intrigued by a woman.
    “Legressi’s. Do you know it?”
    He nodded. He knew the trendy West End bar, but had never frequented it.
    “Would eight be okay? I have a class tonight, which ends at seven. I could meet you there.”
    “How about I pick you up? Say, seven thirty? It would give me a chance to take a look around your studio.”
    Her eyebrows lifted and her eyes went wide, like a deer caught in the headlights. “Why would you want to do that?”
    “You wanted my advice about expanding,” he reminded her, his suspicions now confirmed. “I’d need to have a look at what you have before making a decision as to what you need.”
    She nodded absently. “Of course. Come to the studio then.”
    Again, she retrieved her coffee, sipped, then replaced it to turn and look over her shoulder as the door opened and a man and two women came in and headed for a table opposite them.
    The two women, glamorous and well dressed, remained attentive to the suited man as they took their seats.
    “It’s good to see that these clubs have moved into the twenty-first century,” Gina said, looking back at Mitch. “I thought they were still antiquated.”
    “In what way?”
    “Allowing women in. I thought men still wanted to keep women out of your hallowed halls. You know, clubs where men can be men away from the distraction or demands of women.”
    “Some of us have moved on, I can assure you,” he said with a smile, wondering what she’d do if he led her out and along the corridor to one of the private rooms with their whips, belts and restraints. Or better still, if he showed her to one of the viewing rooms, where even at this time of day they could likely be assured a good show.
    She glanced over, as he did, to where one of the women had her hand on the man’s thigh and was letting her fingers slide higher toward the bulge in his trousers, while the other woman took the man’s hand and placed it on her thigh.
    “Is that allowed in here?” She leaned forward so only he could hear.
    He moved toward her and whispered conspiratorially, “There’s a whole lot allowed in here.”
    She shifted back. “Don’t tell me. There are rooms upstairs for that sort of thing. What is this, a knocking shop in disguise?”
    “Things are rarely what they seem.”
    Her face flushed. “What makes you say that?”
    “No reason. Just that people and places can often surprise us.”
    “Ain’t that the truth?”
    He smiled at her complaint. “You sound as if you’ve had experience of a surprise or two.”
    “You could say that. You could also say that my days of being an idiot are past.”
    Mitch could only imagine the sort of escapades she’d likely gotten herself involved in. “Amen to that.”
    “I’ll say.” Gina flicked at her skirt. “It’s all very well pushing the boundaries a little, but it’s not so funny when they push back.”
    “You always were one to knock the rules.”
    She cocked her head to the side. “Maybe. I always thought it was safer that way. But my reckless days are well and truly over.”
    Bang went his plans to show her around the club.
    “In what way was pushing the boundaries safer?”
    She looked at him, her eyes so serious, so sad that he wanted to reach across the space that separated them and take her in his arms. Except he’d tried to do