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for a
freaking weekend?
    The
Blackberry beeped and Rachel flipped it up and open. The screen glowed a bright
blue before the icons flashed up. One, the phone icon, had a little red star
next to it. Rachel touched the screen and sucked in a shocked breath when a
message list opened. She had two. One from the phone company and one from
Dominic.
    With
suddenly shaky hands Rachel opened the message.
    I hope you’re comfortable and settled.
Enjoy yourself and we’ll speak very soon. Don’t forget to give your family this
number. Dominic.
    Her
fictitious family. Rachel laughed bitterly. She couldn’t help herself. Who
could she text? Penny, who was right now getting ready to rob the safe of
Sebastian Demetrious, or how about Lyra, who was probably already working her
charms on Andros Casstellini before she too robbed him? Neither woman had a
phone and she wouldn’t be able to return home until her mission was complete.
That was their agreement. No contact until their jobs were done and dusted, the
only exception to this rule an email programme they could use if they got into
trouble. There was no one else.
      No one.
      Except Dominic.
    Carefully
Rachel typed out a return message on the qwerty keyboard but deleted it a
moment later. He had to be the one to chase her. She had to make him burn. This
attraction she felt for him? The heat and the nerves and the shaky feelings
that ran through her when he looked at him? They had to be ignored. Had to be
buried deep and kept there until the cash she needed was in her hands. Only
then, when she was away from him and safe back with her sisters, could she let
any fantasies run riot. Only when there was no chance of them being fulfilled
could she even consider entertaining them.
    That
was the game.
    Those
were the rules.
    This
was reality.
    And
with that thought in mind she dropped the phone and headed off to the bathroom.
There was work to be done.
     
     

Chapter Six
     
    He
was due at an evening meeting, the very one he’d missed earlier, and yet
Dominic found himself knocking on the door to Rachel’s suite. It had been
almost unconscious. His own suite was located on the same floor, at the other
end of the private corridor, and as he’d left his room, he’d found himself
walking left instead of right, wondering what she was doing, if she was okay.
    Which
was ridiculous, of course. She was no doubt fine. The doctor had checked on her
already and confirmed as much. She might not even be in, he thought. Hadn’t she
said she wanted to do some sightseeing? To explore
London
? Likely she’d already gone off to do
that and he was wasting his time and yet… Dominic couldn’t explain the impulses
flowing through him. For the last six hours he’d sat his desk going through
emails and checking documents and all the while the image of her plump little
lips assailed him. He was horny, desperately so. He lusted after Rachel in a
way he hadn’t experienced in quite some time, if ever. It seemed that from the
moment he’d crouched next to her on that
London
pavement she had him, and his cock, in her thrall. She was just so perfect, his
exact idea of what a woman should look like. It was almost spooky and so here
he was, hands in his pockets, waiting to see if she was around.
    She
answered after less than a minute and he sucked in a shocked breath to see her
standing there, and not just because she’s stayed in. There was still a little
light filtering in from the massive windows, evening was only just drawing in,
and the light outlined her in the most intriguing way. She’d changed out of the
dress he had ruined by almost mowing her down and was now outfitted in a pair
of tight blue jeans and a loose fitting white T-shirt. It wasn’t quite loose
enough for his tastes, though, because dear God…her breasts, her amazing
breasts, were visible but only just. The material teased and tantalized against
them and he swallowed dryly before reaching up to run a hand through his hair.
It was