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nervously and sat down at the secluded table in the corner. The kiss on the cheek, although a friendly gesture, seemed to mean more. ‘God, I’m not used to this,’ she explained after the waiter had gone.
    â€˜If it’s any consolation,’ he replied, ‘neither am I.’
    The conversation stopped and started fitfully during the meal, but on more than one occasion she looked up to find him looking at her intently, his deep blue eyes fixed on her. She could see the desire in those eyes, and despite her best intentions she could not help but respond to it.
    â€˜What time do you have to be back?’ he asked her over coffee.
    She glanced at her watch, suddenly realising that she’d lost all track of time. ‘I’m late already,’ she said.
    He smiled. ‘Don’t worry,’ he told her calmly, a sly smile forming on the lips that had greedily bruised her nipples.
    She could feel herself flushing red, her face burning as she recognised the undertone to his voice. ‘How can I not worry?’
    â€˜Just leave it to me,’ he assured her, waving over the waiter to ask for the bill.
    â€˜By my boss’s going to hit the roof if I’m any later than this.’
    Tom’s smile broadened. ‘Let me handle your boss,’ he stated calmly.
    â€˜But…’
    â€˜No buts,’ he insisted. ‘Come on, you’ve got the rest of the afternoon off.’
    Patti shook her head. ‘No,’ she said, determined to resist whatever it was that Tom had planned.
    He looked at her again, his eyes drilling into her, forcing her to look away. ‘It would be better if you let me do this,’ he said, his voice low, a sharp, commanding edge to it. Patti knew he wasn’t about to brook any arguments.
    â€˜Do what?’ she whispered.
    â€˜Come back to my place,’ he stated. There was no question there, rather it was a foregone conclusion that Patti could not avoid. Her heart was already beating hard and the tone of his voice seemed to connect to something deep inside her.
    She tried to say ‘okay’ but could only mouth the word in silence. Her hands were trembling as they left the restaurant and walked back to Tom’s big black car. She glanced about nervously as she slid into the passenger seat, afraid that she’d be seen by someone from work, or else by Sarah or one of Sarah’s friends. Tom showed no qualms as he accelerated away from the kerb, his commanding hands on the wheel, an intense silence about him.
    They arrived at Tom’s flat a few minutes later. It put the place she and Sarah shared completely in the shade. The place reeked of money and power. As soon as she was inside and the door was closed she knew that she would do whatever she was asked. She was in his domain now, in his territory, and there was nothing she could do to resist him. The idea made her head swim with fear and excitement in equal measure.
    The lounge was a spacious, airy room, with big square windows that let in lots of natural light that bathed the room in a soft, summery glow. A big leather sofa sat under the windows, a dark, brooding presence rather than a piece of functional furniture. He threw his jacket onto a chair near the door and then settled down into the dark embrace of the sofa.
    â€˜What’s your boss’s name?’ he asked, picking up the phone that nestled on a small table to the left of the sofa.
    â€˜What are you going to do?’ Patti asked, standing nervously in the doorway of the room, hardly daring to enter.
    He looked at her for a moment before answering. ‘I’m going to make sure you spend the rest of the afternoon here with me,’ he told her bluntly. ‘Now, what’s his name?’
    â€˜Her name’s Amanda Jeffries,’ Patti reported quietly.
    Tom dialled immediately and asked to be put through to her. Patti listened silently while Tom spun Amanda a convincing pack of lies. His