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not show up, he would only track her down. He seemed a man fully capable of getting exactly what he wanted, and as owner of a security company, he had all the resources he needed. She would not escape him.
    True to his word, the place was busy. Men in suits stood outside talking and smoking together. Through the windows she spotted women in cocktail dresses.
    As she walked into the bar, the volume of talking hit her and she struggled to see through the crowd. She assumed he would be where they had sat before but on reaching the table she found it occupied by two couples, and she looked around to try to see where he might be. At that moment, briefly, she considered fleeing, seizing her opportunity, yet if she did, his anger would be worse when he found her and she feared for that.
    Gently easing past people, she felt an arm go around her. Turning she saw him, and smiled automatically at the sight of him, forgetting temporarily that he was her captor, responding to the natural attraction she felt for him and the things he had done to her; a familiar face now in a world of uncertainty.
    The smile nearly broke his heart. He didn’t know how to take it; her treachery so beguiling, her face offering kindnesss.
    “I did say it would be busier, didn’t I? But I hadn’t quite expected this. There’s a Library; I doubt anyone is in there with this party going on. Come with me.”
    He took her by the arm.
    As they made their way there, a stunningly attractive woman with blonde tresses trailing down her back, and wearing a tight red cocktail dress, threw her arms around his neck.
    “Damien, darling, so good to see you, where have you been hiding yourself? We must have a little talk.” She looked at him conspiratorially, suggestively.
“I’m a little busy right now Gwen.”
    He unfolded her arms from his neck, Tara standing beside him, taking the scene in.
    “Let’s go Tara.” He pulled her away by the hand.
    She was jealous; she had to admit it to herself. She felt a shadow of a woman in comparison to the statuesque blonde. Did he have a history with her? Had they been intimate? She thought so; she felt sick, his hand still in hers. She pulled free from his hand.
    He looked down at her sharply, taking hold of her arm and leading her through the lobby far less gently now.
    They went through to the back of the hallway and stopped outside a large double wooden door to the right. Pushing it open, he led her inside.
    It was an awe-inspiring room. Antiquarian books arranged on bookshelves from floor to ceiling, guilt-edged engravings on the fine leather covers, a stunning chandelier hanging low from the ceiling and delicate corner lamps.
    “She’s a lush, and no, I’ve never slept with the woman.”
Blushing furiously, Tara turned to the bookshelf closest to her, pulling out a book to study it quickly. “I’m really not interested in your private life.”
    “It didn’t look that way to me, and I just told you a fact.”
    If he had one good quality, it was his word. In things that truly mattered, he stood by the truth.
    “Ok.” She kept her back to him, not wanting him to see her face. She focussed her attention on the book, inspecting it inside as she tried to control her emotions, questioning herself as to why she would have this reaction to this man; a feeling of possession toward a stranger who had abused her.
    He grabbed the book from her hands and pushed her against the bookcase with his body, towering over her from behind.
    “You appear to be a rather temperamental woman; one who lacks any respect or discipline. I can easily rectify that.”
    His hands went quickly to the back of her dress where it ended at her knees, and he started to lift it slowly up.
    “Is this how you need to be controlled?” His voice was deep against her ear, vibrating through her senses.
    She felt the first slap to her buttocks; not too hard but making her flesh wobble as it impacted. He did it again, and again, teasingly stinging her.
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