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Know you that is ."
    Nina
ignored the last sentence. She took the plastic box from him with a murmured
word of thanks and pressed the appropriate key.
    "Athol speaking. What's up, Nic? Nina done a runner? Or has she got you over the bench and
introduced you to living again?" Athol's voice was loud and clear.
"Maybe she's the one over the bench, eh? Whatever floats your boats, the pair
of you need each other." Nina almost dropped the
instrument. Evidently it hadn't gone to voice mail. She glanced at Nic, who
looked as stunned as she felt. So whatever Athol had planned, Nic wasn't in on
it. That thought pleased her more than she thought possible.
    "He
might not be alive if you don't fess up, you bastard."
    There
was silence, and then Athol's raucous laugh sounded in her ear. "Ohh ho,
busted. So honey-pie, why are you on the end of this thing and not deep into
sub sp…"
    " Athol, shut it." Nina interrupted him. "This is to
say Dominic is taking me into the small staff lounge so we can talk."
    "Ah, the tell a friend where you are? So I can rescue him
if you get bolshie? No problem. Oh and is he there?"
    "Yeah, why?"
    "Tell
him Kitty's room is free if you need it." The line went dead.
    Nina
handed the walky-talky back to Nic, who slid it in his pocket. The way his hand
tightened the black denim that covered it stretched the material until his cock
was outlined in loving detail. Long, thick, erect, loving
detail. Enough to make Nina swallow hard. She
might not want the Dom stuff, but she could always appreciate a well-honed
physique whoever it belonged to.
    "Did
you hear that?" she asked. "What's Kitty's room?" It wasn't a
name familiar to her.
    "Yeah." He didn't answer her other
questions.
    Nina
bit back an angry retort. She had the impression it would do no good
whatsoever. Clams and tight had nothing on him.
    "You
ready now?" He keyed in a set of numbers on a pad by the door, and the
door slid silently to one side.
    "I
guess." If he could be brief, then so could she.
    Nic
stood back to let Nina precede him. She clenched her fists by her side. Why did
his placid—if you ignored the implacable determination that oozed out of every
pore—attitude, annoy her so?
    "And?" Nina demanded as she stalked
passed him and waited in the long grey painted corridor until the door closed
behind them. "Is that all you have to say?"
    "Not at all." His tone should have warned her
even if the set of his shoulders didn't. "But I'm not arguing the toss in the
corridor, where in effect any member of staff can come upon us. If we're going to disagree or not, we'll do it in private. I
can reserve this room. Here." He put one hand in the small of Nina's back,
used the other to flick a latch that covered the word available on the middle
of a nondescript wooden door. Then, with a none too
gentle shove, Dominic propelled her forward. It was only the fact that he held
on to her arm that stopped her tripping over the rich maroon carpet.
    Blast the man. Do not say it. Do.
Not. Say it. Bite your lip and behave. Show you're an adult. Ditch the temper
and be gracious. She wondered if the lecture to herself would work.
    Nina
looked around with interest and tried not to flinch as the door shut with a
decided bang. So maybe Dominic wasn't as insouciant as he seemed after all. Now
her contrary self wanted to know what was wrong with him. Wasn't she worth
being set up with? The bleak look in his eyes halted the question before she
voiced it. It seemed she wasn't the only one who had no interest in what went
on at Dommissimma.
    But he's a Dom? Something doesn't
add up . For once
in her life, and Nina was mightily impressed with her restraint, she didn't query
that horrible dark expression.
    "So
they call you Nic?"
    "They
do, you don't. Sir will do just fine."
    Arrogant
prick. "May I sit down?" she asked quietly. Then she could have bitten her
tongue out. He went pale under his dark skin and blinked rapidly. What on earth
was that all about?
    "Of course. Sorry." He