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a thin line. Was he trying not to laugh or annoyed at my lack of class in his eyes?
    “Ms DuMont,” he said in a strict tone that matched the sternness on his face. “I sincerely doubt I’ll ever be able to forget you.”
    I waved, then hurried down the stairs to my waiting taxi. I was going to chalk this up to life’s experience. When I got home I would freak out over how close I’d come to being killed in a back alley Croydon-side.
     

 
     
    THREE
     
     
    MATT PULLED UP outside his Kensington home and eagerly alighted from his car. It was gone one in the afternoon, and he hoped Madi was still curled up in his bed where he’d left her early this morning. His morning had been a busy, filled with board meetings and a complete chore, not to mention uncomfortable due to the raging hard on he’d been sporting throughout. The thought of her sexy, lithe body under his had been forefront in his mind; in fact, it had been the only thing on his mind. Some of the board members had commented on his obvious distraction at the last meeting and, when he’d ordered his secretary to cancel his afternoon meetings, she had looked at him in alarm before asking if he was unwell. Matt was a workaholic, it was a well-known fact, but he played hard, too. He was going to enjoy showing Madison DuMont how much fun he could be between the sheets. He jogged up the steps to his front door, a grin on his face as he swapped his briefcase over in order to open up.
    “Good day, sir.” George greeted him with his usual unruffled calm, coming into the foyer to take his briefcase.
    “Hello, George.” Matt started tugging on his tie. “Is she awake yet?” Matt had advised George on his return early this morning about their unexpected house guest. George, accustomed to Matt’s hectic love life, had asked whether to have Matt’s driver take the lady home or to call public transportation. When Matt had said neither, George had fallen silent for a few minutes before querying as to what did Matt expect of him. George had known Matt since he was a baby, had worked for his family for as long as he could remember. The usual routine when it came to Matt’s conquests was to ensure they were long gone before he returned home. The strange request to make sure she ate and to let her rest until Matt returned had George feeling uneasy. Who was this unknown woman capable of changing a longstanding ritual when it came to his employer? George had met her and, because he was very fond of the young man in front of him, it was a fatherly, but stern, voice in which he replied, “She was awake when she left this morning, sir.”
    “What?” Matt turned to his live-in butler. He didn’t view George as a butler, more like family, but that was his official title. “What do you mean she left? What did you say to her?”
    George was taken aback by Matt’s anger. Gone was his usual aloof reserve, replaced by a cold fury filling his face. George felt more unease at his employer’s strange behaviour.
    “Nothing, sir.”
    “Nothing. Then why the hell did she leave?” Matt exploded, not wanting to believe his dark beauty had left without saying goodbye. Not after spending the past few hours craving the taste of her on his lips. Not after everything that had occurred between them from the moment they’d first met.
    George clasped his hands behind his back, posture military straight, and observed Matt’s demeanour as he began to stalk towards him.
    “She mentioned something about work, sir,” George explained politely.
    “Work? She shouldn’t be at work.”
    “I did try to convince her to stay, but she refused.” George arched a bushy eyebrow at him. “After her threat to call 911, I felt it best to allow your guest to leave.” 
    “What? 911?” Matt felt like his head was going to explode.
    “Do not worry, sir.” George tried to take the briefcase clenched in Matt’s hand. “I corrected her so she’s now fully aware of what number to call if in need