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enough to be sent to boarding school."
    "Boarding school. That must have been tough."
    "You get used to it. After a while it doesn't seem strange."
    "Is that why you went into banking?"
    "Because of my father? It might be. I've never thought of it. I mean I don't do the job I do to impress him, or anything. There's no way that would ever happen because I'll never be as successful as him."
    "Success in business isn't everything. My dad lived his whole life doing the same job, never had the need to better himself. My parents are happily living in the same house they brought us up in."
    "I envy you that. I never had a home. My dad travelled until he retired. Then he bought this awful mansion with so many rooms you'd get lost. But it's not a home, it's a status symbol. Sometimes I wonder if that was why he sent me away. he married my mom because she was beautiful, and a good hostess. I must have been such a disappointment, always frumpy, never the sweet little girl he dreamed of." She looked down at her empty plate. "Damn that got depressing quick. Do you want dessert? Or have you had enough of my company?"
    He reached over and placed his hand over hers, leaving her with the sudden desire to cry. "Do you know what I would really like?"
    She shook her head, unable to speak.
    "To take you to a club I know. Where we can dance and really get to know each other."
    In her head she was saying no, this was not part of her well thought out, controlled plan. Yet her mouth said, "Yes", and when he smiled, she found herself smiling to.

Chapter Three
    He looked uncomfortable while she paid the bill. Funny to think it affected his pride, considering all the times he must have escorted women who picked up the tab. She liked the idea he had a strong male pride hidden deep inside. Surely over time he should have got used to everything being paid for by his clients. Max stopped her mind wandering to all the other things his clients paid for.
    "Do you think we should say goodnight to Phil?" Max asked, giving Dan a malicious smile.
    His mood lifted. "You are a wicked woman, Max."
    Light on her feet, and in her heart, she let the closeness of his body wrap around her as he pulled the chair out for her to leave the table. For a moment she leaned back into him, feeling the heat of his body, and breathing in the scent of him. Thankfully he wasn't drenched in expensive cologne, instead a musky smell, with a hint of citrus excited her senses. It mingled with something else, she couldn't quite pin down, but it made him unique.
    "Enjoying yourself there?" he asked.
    Her eyes flew open, she hadn't even known she had closed them, and her body jolted forward. He laughed, low and sexy, inflaming her body. For the first time she considered if it would be worth sacrificing her pride to pay him to make love to her. Those strong hands touching her body, stroking her flesh, his slim hips driving himself into her heated sex. Swallowing hard, she chased the image away, anchoring herself into the present.
    "The wine made me a little light headed," she said, and wanted to run to the powder room, but too late. He slipped his big hand over hers, and they threaded their way across the room to Phil.
    "Goodnight, Phil," Max said. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening."
    "You too, Max, Dan." He nodded at Dan, before his gaze dropped to where Dan had slipped his arm around Max, pulling her tightly back against his body. The unmistakable press of his hard cock against her back made her start forward, but he held her in place with his strong arm.
    "I intend to, Phil. Max and I certainly have plans for the rest of the evening. I only hope she's fit for work in the morning." He winked at Phil, gave Amy a smile, which had the desired affect of making her sit to attention and gaze after him greedily while he eased Max out of the restaurant.
    "Don't laugh," he said, his arm wrapped around her shoulder while they walked past the restaurant. "They are still watching."
    She