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more to him than his business, and 1, Royal Buildings was his premier holding in London. His latest acquisition, it was his baby. He wanted these people to trust him, and clever Ms. Black had assembled all his tenants under one roof. And they were in the best of moods. What better time could there be for him to meet them?
    “See,” she said later. “Aren’t you glad you stayed?”
    “You,” he said with feeling, “are a very annoying woman.”
    “Am I?” Her voice was breathy, and her smile was provocative in the extreme. “Can’t you admit you were wrong, Mr. Kent?”
    “You made a good point. I’m never beyond admitting when I’m wrong—”
    “Not that it’s ever happened before,” she suggested, raising a brow as she bit back a smile.  
    Her enthusiasm got the better of her this time and she touched his arm, only to quickly pull her hand away. Not before she’d left the imprint of tiny, cool fingers, which his mind instantly transported to other parts of his body.  
    “Anyway, I’m glad you decided to stay.”  
    “Are you?” He searched her gaze.
    “Yes, I am.”  
    Her eyes had warmed, darkened. She was aroused. He would have to be unresponsive from the waist down not to know what she was thinking, and judging by the strain on his jeans, he was hardly that. But he could play games too. Sex and his trader's brain now took over. “If you can keep my interest for half an hour, I’ll let you have the party.”  
    “Half an hour?” she queried, pretending surprise. “Is that all?” Her lips pressed down. “Still, I suppose if that’s all you can manage...”
    Were they still talking about parties?  
    “Where are you taking me?” she demanded as he steered her through the crowd.
    “Out of here. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere private. Somewhere we can be alone.”  

Chapter Six

    She wasn’t a sheep to be led anywhere. She kept her polite face on, and for the sake of her guests, she smiled, but as soon as they made it through the crowd, she led the way into the quieter wing of the apartment where the bedrooms were located.  
    “What’s this about?” she demanded, opening the door to her room. It was the only place she could think where they could be private. It was the smallest room in the apartment, though small was a relative term in an apartment this size. It was roughly the same size as her parents’ sitting room at the farmhouse.
    “This is nice.” Jason said as he closed the door behind them, but he hadn’t even noticed the room—he couldn’t have. He was watching her like a hunter watches his prey.
    “Nice?” She grimaced. “Oh, you mean nice and quiet.” He couldn’t mean anything else. On the north side of the building where the sun didn’t penetrate, the facilities in this room were few. When she had first found the door marked “Housekeeper”, her initial thought had been that she didn’t need anything more than a bed, a table, and a rug, but now the plain furnishings seemed woefully inadequate for the purposes of entertaining a man like Jason Kent.  
    Luckily, he was oblivious to his surroundings and reached for her as she reached for him.  
    She’d grown up on a farm and had the same down-to-earth relationship with sex that she had with everything else. She loved sex, and took precautions, and however long she lived she might never get a chance like this again. Jason Kent was one invitation to sin she had no intention of refusing. They clashed in the middle of the room. She scrambled up him, gasping with excitement when his big hands cupped her buttocks. She loved the feel of him holding her, and writhed to show her appreciation. She was going to enjoy every second of this and he’d better be good.  
    When Jason Kent dipped his head to kiss her it was a moment she would never forget. He didn’t just kiss her. He devoured her. He melted her bones. He flashed fire through her veins. He was kissing her into an erotic frenzy, and she responded hungrily.