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too familiar with the glaze that appeared on people’s faces when she started talking about her job.

      ‘Here in the city?’

      ‘Our offices are just a few blocks away.’ She didn’t want to talk about Maitlands. Or even think about how she was going to cope with the strain of working in the same office as Ryan—and Kelly—after tonight. ‘This is the first time I’ve been up the Sky Tower, though. Have you been here before?’

      ‘I bring international clients to the restaurant and casino quite regularly. PresCorp has a permanent suite at the hotel. It’s also useful for occasions like this, when my workload is so heavy that I don’t want to waste time commuting.’

      Prickles danced across her skin. ‘You’re staying here at the hotel?’ she blurted huskily. He gave her a speculative look and she fought down a blush. ‘Wouldn’t a serviced apartment be more cost effective for the company?’ she hastened to say.

      ‘Even luxury apartments don’t come with twenty-four-hour room service—’ He stopped as she suddenly stiffened, the colour draining from her face. ‘Is something wrong?’

      ‘No—yes.’ She ducked her head below the level of his shoulders, burying her nose in her drink. ‘I just realised that I’m famished. I wonder when they’re going to serve some proper food.’

      ‘Not for some time yet.’ He tilted his wrist so that she could see the face of his steel Rolex. ‘Supper at ten-thirty p.m., the invitation said—and there’ll be speeches to get through first. Didn’t you eat before you came?’

      She recalled throwing up in a rainy gutter somewhere, retching her heart out while the tears streamed down her face.

      ‘I wasn’t in the mood.’

      ‘There’re plenty of nibbles going around. Would you like me to get us some?’ He dropped his arm and began to turn.

      ‘No! Don’t go!’ She clutched at his jacket, her eyes sliding past him.

      ‘I was only going to signal a waiter.’ He looked down at her fixed expression, noting the way she had edged around to keep his body between herself and the room, while still keeping whatever was holding her attention in view. ‘Someone you didn’t expect to see tonight?’ he asked shrewdly.

      Someone she would be happy never to see again!

      With growing outrage, Nora watched Ryan working the room as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He had been enormously pleased at the prospect of mixing with some of the city’s leading citizens, but he had only received an invitation to the party because he was her partner. He certainly knew how to market himself, she’d give him that, but now that the scales had fallen from her eyes she could see him for what he was: a noxious little opportunist!

      Chapter Three

      ‘LET me guess…the former friend who mistakes fashion for style?’ Blake MacLeod murmured, tracking her gaze.

      Nora felt a spurt of spiteful amusement as she turned her eyes squarely back to her companion and his impeccably understated elegance.

      ‘His name is Ryan.’

      ‘Is he important?’ The supercilious tilt of his eyebrows was a masterly put-down.

      Nora smiled brilliantly. ‘Not anymore.’

      She raised her glass to her lips and was dismayed to see her hand tremble.

      It was too much to hope for that the sharp-eyed man she was with wouldn’t notice it, too. His eyes flickered down the slender length of her arm and his face turned to stone. ‘Are you afraid of him?’ he asked quietly.

      ‘Ryan? No, of course not!’ she scorned. He had already done his worst and she had survived.

      ‘Did he beat you?’

      ‘Only at squash—I always creamed him at chess and Scrabble!’ she replied flippantly.

      His expression remained guarded. ‘Then how did you get these?’ he said, lightly touching his fingertips to the fresh bruises on the inside of her forearm, blotchy shadows blooming through the smooth, translucent skin.

      The tiny sizzle that accompanied his touch made her senses scatter. ‘What? Oh…I banged my arm against a doorknob at home this afternoon,’ she recalled reluctantly. It had been the bathroom door she had been backing out of—her eyes screwed shut against the sight of the guilty pair in the bathtub, scrabbling to separate themselves. The sharp jolt of physical pain in her arm had been a welcome distraction from the agony of her disillusionment as Ryan had followed her, dragging a towel around his hips, blustering in self-defensive anger, turning the blame for his behaviour back on to Nora.

      ‘You walked into a door?’ Blake said with blunt scepticism. ‘Do you realise what a stereotypical answer that is?’

      Her eyes widened as she realised that he was seriously concerned that she might be a battered woman. ‘But I really did,’ she protested. ‘I would never let a man get away with being abusive towards me.’

      ‘I thought they looked like fingermarks,’ he murmured, aligning his fingers over the blue-brown smudges.

      ‘Well, they’re not. I have very sensitive skin. Bruises always show up quickly, looking worse than they are.’

      The sight of his lean tanned fingers lying against her skin made her mouth go dry and her body throb with awareness. The contrast between his sinewy brown hand and her delicate paleness seemed starkly erotic. She couldn’t believe that a stranger’s touch could have such a dramatic impact. On the other hand, she had never before opened herself up to the possibility that another man could arouse her with a mere look, a touch…

      She watched as he slowly splayed his hand, gently encircling her arm in a bracelet of warm flesh. She shivered.

      ‘Cold?’ he asked, in a knowing voice that said he knew very well what had caused her reaction.

      Her eyelids felt heavy, weighted down by lashes as she lifted them to meet his gaze. ‘It is rather cool up here.’ She uttered the bald-faced lie in the nature of a challenge.

      His lips and eyebrows quirked. ‘Perhaps the altitude doesn’t suit you.’

      She wished he hadn’t reminded her! ‘Or maybe it’s the fact that I’m more exposed than usual,’ she said, with a hitch of one dappled shoulder.

      ‘Would you like me to put my jacket around you?’ he offered.

      Nora’s hectic emotions translated the private gesture of courtesy into a primitive act of public possession.

      ‘No, you keep it,’ she said huskily. ‘I wouldn’t like you to catch a chill.’

      ‘I don’t think there’s any fear of that.’ His thumb moved on her arm, sliding over the rounded inner curve of her elbow. ‘I’m very warm-blooded.’

      Her own spurted hotly in her veins. ‘That’s not what I’ve heard.’

      ‘And do you always believe everything you’re told?’ he taunted.

      Her pupils contracted to narrow dots, the only sign of her inward flinch. ‘I used to.’ She couldn’t help glancing over to where she had seen Ryan. ‘Now I prefer to rely on more tangible evidence.’

      Blake’s hand left her arm to tilt her head firmly back in his direction, demanding her full attention. ‘Very wise. How hungry are you?’

      She blinked at his non sequitur. ‘I beg your pardon?’

      ‘You said you haven’t had dinner and, as it happens, neither have I. What say we blow this joint and find a restaurant that can serve us within the next half-hour?’

      Blow this joint? His mocking slang made it sound invitingly dangerous, with the added bonus of allowing her to avoid any painful encounters with Ryan.

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