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pulled the car away from the curb. “Have you been to
Milonas before?”
    “I run a successful business.” She shook her
head. “But not successful enough to even be able to afford to step
over the threshold of that nightclub.”
    “Milonas it is.” He glanced at her. “I think
you’ll enjoy it.”
    She nodded. “I have no doubt that I
will.”
    As he drove she studied his profile, the way
light and shadows played on his features as they drove through the
city. He had long fingers and he wore a heavy gold ring on his
right hand. She was very happy to see no ring on his left.
    The leather of her seat was buttery soft
beneath her palm as she looked at the sleek interior of the Jag.
The perfection of his suit, the amount he had bid at the auction,
the beautiful car, and the fact they were going to an exclusive
nightclub that only the elite could afford, told her that he had
done very well for himself since they were last together, eight
years ago.
    As she looked at him, it was hard not to
think of the times they had made love. He was always so strong and
controlling and rough when they did. She had loved it. She hadn’t
known about his kinky side for a while but later, some time after
she broke up with him, she realized that questions he had asked her
had been designed to test the waters. It wasn’t until she found the
pictures and learned what he liked that she ran.
    She tried really hard not to dwell on those
days, but it was hard not to imagine him naked. He’d had an amazing
body then…to look at him it had to be even more incredible now.
    “When we dated, you were studying business.”
She tilted her head to the side. “What did you end up going
into?”
    He glanced at her before returning his gaze
to the road. “The restaurant business.”
    “Why am I not surprised?” She smiled at
memories that came back to her of going to his home where his
mother served up plate after plate of Greek food. “You always did
like to eat.” She looked him over. “Although you couldn’t begin to
tell by looking at you.”
    The corner of his mouth quirked. “Seems to me
that you enjoyed my mother’s cooking.”
    “Loved it.” She smiled. “How are your
parents?”
    “Mitera,” he said using the Greek name for
mother, “as always thinks I’m too thin and not old enough to be on
my own.”
    Christy laughed. “And what are you now,
thirty-three?”
    “Thirty-six.” He shook his head. “She has
never stopped being overprotective.”
    “That’s right, you’re five years older than
me,” Christy said. “What about your father?”
    “Patri won’t retire,” Zach said. “He’s still
chief editor at their hometown paper.” He glanced at her. “How is
your grandmother?”
    “She’s a hundred and one now.” Christy
smiled. “Nothing can stop her.”
    The distance between the hotel and Milonas
wasn’t far, and within ten minutes Zach was pulling the car up in
front of the nightclub. Immediately a valet opened Christy’s door
and helped her step out of the car. She held her dress and her coat
down with one hand as she stood. The black coat was the length of
her dress, and her dress was so short she was concerned about
flashing her black panties at anyone who might be standing
nearby.
    “Mr. Nikas.” The valet stood at attention,
showing extreme respect to Zach as he walked around the car and
handed the valet his keys. “Is there anything else I can do for you
tonight?”
    “This will be fine.” Zach slipped a tip into
the young man’s hand.
    “Thank you, Mr. Nikas.” The valet jogged
around the car and climbed in.
    Zach placed his palm at the base of Christy’s
spine and even through the coat she shivered at the contact. The
moment they entered the club, the hostess approached them and
showed pleasure at seeing Zach and was polite to Christy. The
blonde hostess helped them out of their coats and took them before
she escorted them to a corner table with a view of the harbor.
    The interior of the