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reached for the jacket of his suit. ‘But in the interests of goodwill I’ll give you five.’
    As Isobel looked up at him she saw the gleam of amusement in the darkness of his eyes, and she realised that he’d never had any intention of leaving her behind. He was playing with her as a cat would play with a mouse before pouncing for the kill.
    She suddenly wanted to run a million miles from him—because this didn’t bode well for her interview.
    ‘When you’re ready,’ he grated impatiently as she made no move to stand up.
    Hurriedly she got to her feet. What else could she do but go along with this?

CHAPTER TWO
    A S I SOBEL followed Marco out of the Lombardi offices, a group of waiting paparazzi across the road sprang into life. There were insistent shouts for them to look over towards the cameras, and calls for Marco to answer questions. They wanted to know where he was going, who Isobel was, if he had spoken to his ex-wife recently.
    Marco seemed unfazed by the situation and made no comment, but the intrusion took Isobel by surprise. She wasn’t used to being on this side of press attention, and the flash photography and the unrelenting questions felt aggressive. She was almost glad to reach the seclusion of Marco’s limousine, with its smoked glass windows.
    ‘Friends of yours?’ Marco asked sardonically as he climbed in behind her and took a seat opposite.
    ‘No, of course not!’ The question startled her. ‘I have absolutely nothing to do with them! They’re like a pack of hyenas.’
    ‘Your point being…?’
    She was starting to get used to that derisive dry edge to his voice. ‘My point being that is not
my
style of journalism.’
    ‘Ah, yes, I forgot—you are a serious reporter, only interested in business.’
    She raised her chin slightly. ‘And I’m good at my job—well, I must be, mustn’t I? It’s the only reason you’ve agreed to give my paper an exclusive.’
    ‘I hate to burst your bubble,’ he drawled, ‘but the main reason I’ve decided to give the press an exclusive is because of incidents like the one you have just witnessed, where I’m constantly pestered by reporters who want to know everything about me down to what I’ve had for my breakfast.’
    Isobel had to agree that the situation had been unpleasant. She glanced out of the window and noticed that even though the chauffeur had pulled the limousine out into traffic the paparazzi were following on motorbikes.
    ‘And then there are the important business deals that have been wholly jeopardised by unwarranted press attention and ill-timed sensationalistic reporting,’ Marco continued sardonically. ‘Ring any bells?’
    She frowned. ‘I hope you’re not suggesting—’
    ‘I’m not suggesting anything.’ He cut across her firmly. ‘I’m telling you why I’ve taken the decision to give a one-off in-depth interview—I’m hoping it’s going to be an interview to end all interviews. And that I shall get some peace and quiet after it.’
    ‘And you just happened to offer this opportunity to the
Daily Banner
?’ she asked archly.
    ‘I did my homework. And surprisingly your name has cropped up quite a few times over the last say…eighteen months. There was your report about my deal with the Alexia retail group…a few less than flattering columns about my takeover of a supermarket chain, and a very scathing article about my—I quote—“domination of the Rolands Group”. Shall I go on?’
    ‘No, you have no need to go on, I get the picture,’ Isobel muttered hastily. OK, she
had
singled his business out for some in-depth coverage last year, but only because he had done a lot of buying and selling, and she had always done her research. ‘I never said you had done anything wrong or illegal. Nothing I’ve written has been untrue.’
    ‘But it has verged on scaremongering.’
    ‘I’m a business correspondent. It’s my job to report to the public about what is going on.’
    He nodded. ‘And now it is