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encourage her. This wasn't Pretty Woman . He had to
remember she was a just a hooker. That Tarken guy may not look like a pimp, but
that didn't mean he wasn't one. Although he was no longer Abbey's by the sounds
of it.
    Nick frowned, recalling something Abbey had said. Since
when did hooker's hand in resignations?
    "Abbey, when you said you handed in your
resignation, what did you mean?"
    She glanced up at him. He thought he saw amusement
flicker through her eyes before they returned to their usual intense blue.
    She held up her hand. "No more questions. Not
about Tarken, okay?"
    Nick blinked. "Now wait a minute. I deserve — "
    "Let's get out of here," she said quickly. Ready?"
    He would have pursued the issue of the resignation and
Tarken, except those words made him forget everything except the touch of
Abbey's toes.
    He signaled the waiter, paid the bill and stood.
    "Let's go."
    Abbey followed Nick outside where it was still warm,
despite the sun's disappearance over an hour ago. She felt strangely relieved
to be out of the restaurant, where a surprisingly pleasant meal had turned sour
with Tarken's unexpected arrival. Of all the restaurants to choose, he chose
that one!
    She hadn't thought of Tarken all day, and with the
game of footsies under the table, she'd been caught with her pants down. Well,
Damien had.
    It annoyed her that she'd gotten upset over Tarken's
appearance, and his demand. Not because she wanted Tarken to see her like that,
but because she didn't want Damien to see her as anything less than composed
and in control.
    Damien Vane was a no-nonsense, straight down the line,
man. He didn't seem like the type of guy to want a flighty female in his bed,
which was exactly where she wanted to be.
    And not just for the camera either, she realized. For
herself. She'd enjoyed their encounter the night before — she hadn't
been able to think of anything else all day. It had put a serious dent in her
job hunting when she'd fumbled through an interview with a legal firm. The
image of Damien in all his naked glory caused her to stumble over her words and
appear a complete idiot.
    But now she wasn't just thinking about last night
either, she was also thinking about tonight.
    It had been her idea to have dinner first. Lucy had
expected her to just go straight up to his hotel again and take it from there,
but Abbey wanted to see Damien before they got down to business. She needed to
know more about the man she'd slept with. Call her old fashioned — and
Lucy had — but she liked to at least have one normal conversation
with the men she took to bed. This time, the conversation had waited till
later, but it had still been necessary as far as Abbey was concerned.
    Besides, she couldn't wait until ten o'clock. She
thought that the sooner she saw him, the sooner the agony of waiting would be
over. But it wasn't. The agony was still there, even now as she tried to keep
pace with his quick, long stride down Collins Street to the hotel.
    That's why she'd put her foot to the bulge in his
trousers — the agony had become too much. That was the only way she
could explain her behavior tonight. She'd never done anything so daring, so
brazen, in her life. She wondered what would have happened if Tarken hadn't
shown up. Could she have made Damien go all the way?
    The thought sent a sudden surge of power through her
that instantly dampened her. She couldn't wait to get upstairs.
    The doorman nodded to Damien as he tugged her gently
but firmly alongside him. He definitely seemed eager to get to his room. Abbey
smiled to herself. Good. It was ten o'clock, and Lucy would be ready with the
camera.
    Damien fumbled the key in the keyhole. Taking a deep
breath, he suddenly turned and kissed her roughly. His breathing came in ragged
gasps.
    "Abbey," he said, looking at her. His eyes
were dark and hooded. His hand flew around her waist and he pulled her to him. She
could feel the bulge in his pants and she deliberately rubbed herself