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afford it then the very rich wanted it.
    It wouldn’t take much to arrange some discreet subliminal advertising for the hotel. A photo-shoot for a fashion magazine, perhaps an independent film—funded by one of Blair’s shell companies. Elise would make sure the handsome manager was shown in the pictures. The female half of the market—and some of the male half as well—would love Nick Zervolos. His exotic good looks alone would be enough to attract a sizeable number of visitors.
    She frowned. The idea of sharing Nick with anyone but Blair made her stomach clench. Nick was theirs.
    At the end of the day, hand in hand with Blair, she wandered back into the hotel foyer. Nick stood behind the desk, his attention on a guest who had just arrived. Elise gave Blair’s hand a sharp little jerk and he pulled to a stop. After a moment or two the client Nick was attending to left, and Elise waited for him to notice them standing there. Instead, without looking up, Nick turned away and stepped towards his office.
    “Nick,” Elise called. “Nick!” Her voice raised, she stepped closer.
    “Is there a problem, Mrs Cowdery?” Nick’s voice was cold and distant and he didn’t make eye contact. “I’m sure the concierge will be able to sort out any problems you might have. If you’ll excuse me.” He ducked his head in what might have been meant to pass as a deferential nod, but looked more like a dismissal, and strode into his office, shutting the door behind him.
    Elise looked at Blair.The astonishment she felt was reflected on his face. She opened her mouth but Blair held up one finger in a gesture that no one else would notice but which Elise instantly recognised as a demand for silence.
    She followed him into the lift and it was only when they were safely inside their room that she blurted out, “What was that about?”
    “I don’t know,” Blair replied. “He might not want the staff to know that there is anything personal going on between us.”
    “Well, of course he wouldn’t,” Elise exclaimed. “I understand that. Does he think we don’t? It doesn’t explain why he would be so distant. Yesterday before any of this happened he was all attention and personal service. Now he doesn’t want to speak? Ring him. Tell him to come up here.”
    Blair fixed her with a single look. “Please,” she added.
    Blair picked up the phone and dialled reception. “I’d like to see the manager.”
    Elise couldn’t hear the receptionist’s reply, but she gathered enough from Blair’s end of the conversation. “When I have a problem, I expect to deal with the person in charge. I do not pay to speak to underlings.” Elise winced. It was unlike Blair to throw his position and power around. The fact that he chose to do so indicated how seriously he took this.
     They waited for five minutes, then ten. “He’s not coming,” Elise whispered.
    “He’ll come,” Blair said. “But I think we’re seeing a little power play of Nick’s own. He’s making us wait because he can. That boy is an instinctive Dom.” Blair paced back and forth. “He’s what we’ve been looking for.”
    She knelt before him, wrapping her arms around his waist to still his restless pacing. “Be patient, my heart. If he is as good as we think he will be you can’t expect him to be obedient.”
    The words were barely out of her mouth when a single sharp rap sounded on the door. Blair flung it open and Nick stood there, spine stiff, mouth in a firm straight line, fists clenched lightly by his sides. “You asked to see me.”
    “Come in, Nick. Come in.”
    Nick hesitated, then took a step over the threshold. He kept his gaze on the window opposite, as if the view of the serried rows of whitewashed houses leading down the hill to the ocean was the most important thing in the world.
    “Nick, what’s wrong?” Elise asked. “When you left last night I thought we were…”
    “Last night,” Nick spat out. “Last night I was insane. I put my