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not so married that they didn’t still lick their lips at the sight of a pretty girl in next to nothing. Harmless men. Then there were the groups of young, rich yuppies. She personally found them a lot more threatening because there was no wife at home waiting, no kiddies tugging on their consciences.
    The man standing in front of her didn’t seem to fall into either category.
    In fact, he struck her as the sort who didn’t need to trail behind waitresses in nightclubs or anywhere else for that matter because whatever woman he wanted would come to him with a click of his fingers.
    â€˜Because I don’t particularly like being categorised without an explanation.’ Which beggared the question of why he should give a damn in the first place, but hecould tell that that train of thought hadn’t occurred to her from the small frown.
    â€˜Look at it this way,’ he pointed out smoothly, jumping into whatever she had been thinking so that she once more raised her eyes to his. ‘How would you feel if I insulted you by implying that since you were a waitress in a nightclub, willing to dress in next to nothing because the less the clothes, presumably the bigger the tips, you were therefore—’
    â€˜A cheap tart?’ Mattie snapped, interrupting him before he could voice what he had obviously been thinking. ‘A woman of easy virtue? Or maybe a woman of no virtue altogether? A sad loser who has nothing better to do with her life than whistle it down the drain working for tips in a nightclub?’ Yes, they all thought that. All the men who ogled her as she waited their tables. It still got her back up, though.
    Not just with him, but with herself because she knew where she was going. She knew why she was doing what she was doing. What did it matter what one passing stranger out of the hundreds thought of her?
    â€˜Like it?’ Dominic murmured lazily. ‘Think you might want to refute it?’
    â€˜I don’t have to refute anything to you , but let me just tell you that I’m not an easy lay.’ Understatement of the century, she was honest enough to think. One lover in all her years. Frankie King, whom she had known since she was sixteen. And she hadn’t even slept with him for…how many months now?
    â€˜So if that’s why you followed me, then you can forget it. I won’t be climbing into your bed, not now, not ever.’
    A mixed group of merry teenagers, drunk but too wrapped up in each other to be threatening to her, jostledpast and Dominic took hold of her arm and led her away from the ticket machines to the side.
    â€˜I’ll take you home in a taxi.’
    â€˜Oh, suddenly a little bit scared of our great British transport system, are you?’ she sneered, not much liking the way she sounded. Hard and jaded and cynical, but this was the best way she knew of protecting herself.
    â€˜Oh, don’t be such a damned little fool.’
    â€˜Well, it might interest you to know that I’d rather take my chances with that little lot that just waltzed past than cooped up in a taxi with you.’
    â€˜Then I’ll just put you in the damned cab and pay the man to take you wherever it is you live!’
    â€˜Ah. Not so keen on my company now that you know I won’t be sleeping with you.’ Mattie shook her head with an expression of mock disappointment. ‘Now, why am I not falling down in surprise?’
    â€˜Come on.’ He had never met a more suspicious, cynical woman in his life, but did she have spirit! Was that why he was now hailing a taxi for her rather than letting her take the first tube of the morning home? Not liking the thought of her stepping into a carriage with a mob of drunks, even though she was right and was probably more accustomed to dealing with situations like that than he was?
    â€˜You, mister, are the last word in arrogance!’
    â€˜Watch out. I might start getting used to your line of