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his hand. “Dylan, hello. Apparently last night you gave my friend Mikhail here a little bump on the head, yes?”
    Dylan shook Orlov’s hand, trying to win the ‘who can squeeze the hardest’ game. He glanced up at the young wiry bodyguard who’d been far too close for comfort last night. “He was holding a knife to my throat. I had no choice but to fight back.”
    “Yes, luckily your wife was there to save you.”
    Dylan raised an eyebrow. What was he implying by that comment? That Dylan wasn’t man enough to take care of himself?
    “Well, maybe you should think twice before sending someone to kick the shit outta me.”
    Orlov shrugged. “I thought you were screwing my wife. I couldn’t let that slide.”
    “Well, I wasn’t. And I gotta tell you, sending over a knife-wielding maniac isn’t how we resolve things in America.”
    “You are not in America.”
    “I don’t think it’s how Brits do things either. I think they prefer to get round a table and discuss it over tea.”
    Orlov shook his head in contempt. “Spineless.”
    Dylan let this jibe fizzle in the air. He threw Orlov a plastic smile. “Shall we go through to the boardroom?”
    “For sure.”
    “Will your bodyguards be joining us?”
    “No. They will stay here.”
    Dylan led Orlov through to the uninspiring Grafton Techs boardroom, where Amy and Adam were already discussing the deal. Dylan paused to introduce everyone.
    “This is Amy Carter,” Dylan said. “She’s the Grafton Techs ops director. She’s based in the US, but if you sign the sponsorship deal with us, she’ll be the one you’ll liaise with.”
    He leered at Amy. “I look very forward to working with you, Ms Carter.”
    Dylan saw Adam tense possessively. There was something about Orlov’s tone that suggested by ‘working’, he meant ‘fucking’. Amy was a hard businesswoman, but she threw Orlov a smirk – unable to resist the captivating twinkle in his eye.
    Dylan and Orlov sat down at the board table, and Dylan opened his iPad. He pushed away his arousal as his mind churned up a memory of Sarah. How he’d love to fuck her right now. Bend her over the board table. Thrust his cock into her tight little body until she came hard. Hear her calling his name as he ground deeply into her wet pussy…
    Amy’s voice pulled him back to the here and now. “….And Grafton Techs has always strived to be competitive in the market. This is why Quinlan Brothers were so keen to acquire us in the first place.”
    Orlov waved his hand dismissively. “Yes, yes, all sounds good. I think I will go with this deal.”
    Dylan suppressed his irritation at Orlov’s dismissiveness. Quinlan Brothers was about to give his soccer club millions of dollars in revenue, and he was treating it as if he was choosing a dessert.
    “Send the contracts to my office,” Orlov said. “And I will sign.”
    “That’s great, Mr Orlov,” Amy said. “I’m looking forward to Grafton Techs and Fenchurch United becoming friends.”
    “Oh no, Ms Carter,” Orlov said. “I do not do business to become friends. I do business to keep my enemies close.” He stood up and glared at Dylan. “No more screwing my wife, please.”
    Amy stood and tried to placate him. “Mr Orlov, I’m not sure –”
    “I’ll see myself out,” he said. Then he turned and strode out of the boardroom.
    “Jesus,” Adam said. “You’d never guess we were about to give him millions of dollars, would you?”
    “What an asshole,” Dylan said. “I told him I didn’t sleep with his wife. Why won’t he take my word for it?”
    Amy frowned. “Because it’s not true?”
    Dylan smirked. “Yeah. Well, I’m not doing it again.”
    “Not unless you want another knife-wielding visit from Mikhail,” Adam said.
    Amy rested her hand on Adam’s arm. “That’s not it, baby. It’s because he’s been reunited with Sarah.”
    Dylan scoffed. “Amy, you’re seriously deluded if you think I’m gonna stop fucking beautiful women