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into the case, were valueless compared to the treasure that was Elise. “Thank you, my beautiful, beautiful girl,” he murmured into her hair.
    She clung to him a moment, her breathing gradually steadying. The wide, spaced-out look in her eyes sharpened. She lifted her head and whispered in Blair’s ear.
    “Come closer,” Blair said to Nick.
    He moved to stand beside them. Elise held out her hand and pulled Nick’s face down, until their lips met in a gentle kiss.
    “Thank you, Nick.”
    Nick pushed a lock of Elise’s hair back from her forehead and dropped one soft kiss there. Then he straightened. In spite of his nakedness he was dignified and suddenly formal. “It was my pleasure,” he said.
    “The bathroom is…it’s your hotel, you don’t need me to tell you where to find it,” Blair said.
    Interpreting the comment as the dismissal it was, Nick scooped up his clothes and walked to the adjoining room.
    When he returned a few minutes later he was fully dressed, his face washed, hair combed. His eyes still retained an earthy heaviness.
    “I…” He stopped, seeming to search for words.
    “I hope you will find your way back to us while we remain here,” Blair said. “Elise and I would enjoy your—company. Very much.”
    “You have only to send for me.” He walked out the door, closing it with a click behind him.

Chapter Two
     
     
     
    Elise stood under the shower and let the hot water soothe the aches and pains the session had given her. Not that she didn’t enjoy the getting of them, but coming down from the high of submissive space took time.
    Blair knew she liked this brief moment of solitude and as always, gave her what she wanted. She turned off the water and reached for the towel. She rubbed herself dry, picked up the bottle of moisturising lotion she’d had made and scented especially for her and strolled naked back into the bedroom. She dropped face down onto the bed. Without a word needing to be spoken, Blair picked up the lotion and straddled her thighs. He squirted a dollop into his hands, waited until it warmed then began a skilful massage.
    He kneaded the tight muscles of her back, letting his fingers soothe and glide, lingering over the places where she knew the ribbon-wrapped diamonds had scored her skin. The lotion eased the sting and she sighed in pleasure.
    “I liked him,” she murmured.
    “I noticed,” Blair replied. “How many times did you come?”
    “Wasn’t counting.” The rhythmic strokes of Blair’s hands soothed her into a drowsy slumber. She barely stirred when Blair pulled the sheets over her and slipped into the bed, holding her close, his legs tucked in behind her, her back cuddled against his chest. “I love you,” he whispered and it was the last thing she heard before sleep claimed her.
     
    * * * *
     
    In the morning they headed out early to take in the sights of Santorini. When Blair invested in a property he did so knowing as much as there was to know about it and the attractions that would help to make the investment profitable.
    Elise’s contribution stemmed from her skill at analysing and predicting trends. Time and time again she had proved her ability to determine what was popular, what was about to become passé and what would soon be the destination, or ambience, or thrill the mega-wealthy would clamber over each other to have. Most people thought she had an uncanny ability to predict. Elise knew her real ability, one worth the millions she had contributed to her and Blair’s combined fortune, was even better. She knew the weakness of the members of the ultra-wealthy set. The mundane was their enemy.
    All she had to do was convince them that this island was the new place to be seen, and to ensure she pitched the hotel to those who saw themselves as trendsetters. Her personal favourite ploy was to price a product or service so it was out of the price range of all but the wealthiest—a self-fulfilling prophecy. If only the very rich could