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thoroughness that took her breath away. His
tongue brushed out, along the seam of her full lips, demanding
entrance. He wasn’t cruel, he didn’t need to be to get what he
wanted. Zette opened for him on automatic, moaning as he deepened
the kiss, his tongue sweeping in to ruthlessly explore the silken
recesses of her mouth. By the time he lifted his head, triumph and
satisfaction in his eyes, Zette’s breathing was ragged, her fingers
creasing his shirt as she held him to her.
    “Now
that
was a kiss.”
    * * *
    Three days
later JJ’s knowing chuckle was still echoing in Zette’s ears. She’d
fled the office and his arms in a panic, of all the damn childish
and juvenile things to do. She’d even left her bloody file behind,
destroying what little credibility she’d had left after that kiss
had trashed her woman-of-the-world act.
    She groaned and
slumped back in her seat, eyeing the alternative proposals and
projections spread over the desk in front of her. The change of
site would mean more costs, most of which she could absorb herself
and she’d need to get the literature reprinted… It was no good, she
realised. There was still the question of numbers. Simply put,
nowhere else was big enough.
    She sighed and
ran a hand through her hair. It had started the morning in an
artfully messy pleat on the back of her head, now it was just
messy, the style ruined by Zette’s increasing frustration and her
habit of running her hand through it when she was.
    Unbidden her
eyes were drawn to her leather file, the one she’d left behind in
her flight. He’d returned it the next morning by courier with a
note attached in his bold scrawl. She pulled it toward her to
re-read it.
    You
need
Swithland
.
My
offer
still
stands —
your
call
.
You
know
where
to
find
me
,
JJ
.
    She sighed
again, realising she had little choice, and reached for the phone.
“Marie, put a call through to Anders Entertainment for me
please.”
    * * *
    She was
beautiful. Even edgy and uncomfortable as she was, sitting opposite
him in a quiet corner of the exclusive restaurant he’d booked, she
still had the quiet presence. An edge that had men’s eyes following
her whenever she passed.
    A fact he’d
discovered firsthand when she’d returned from the ladies. Nearly
all the male eyes in the room had given her a once-over, several
continuing to watch her after she’d sat down. Those JJ had warned
off with a hard look. There was just something about the petite and
curvaceous singer that made everything that was male in a guy sit
up and take notice; even if his mind rebelled at granting any
woman, much less this one, that much power.
    He glared at
the most persistent, a tall blond guy with the gym-sculpted muscles
of a gym bunny and the calculating look of a model. No doubt
working out a way to approach Zette. After all, being seen and
photographed with the award-winning star couldn’t do anyone’s
career any harm.
    Unlike JJ’s
fists, which were going to be doing serious damage to the guy’s
face if he didn’t get the hint soon. Zette was his, end of story,
even if she didn’t know it yet, and he’d take on all challengers
with pleasure.
    His cell rang,
cutting off his murderous thoughts with a discreet chirp, the phone
vibrating in his jacket pocket. “Excuse me a moment.” He squashed
the brief stab of irritation at her relieved look, and retrieved
his phone. He checked the number and flipped it open.
    “Logan.” He
didn’t bother with the usual pleasantries. Not that the guy on the
other end, Logan Fyre, his lawyer and friend since college, would
have expected it. The two had known each other for far too
long.
    “I’ve checked
and rechecked your grandfather’s will,” Logan said without
preamble, cutting right to the chase in his usual manner. A
directness the two men shared.
    “Okay, and did
you come up with anything?” JJ leaned back in his chair slightly,
phone against his ear as the fingers of his other hand turned the
stem of his