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He pauses and casts his eyes over toto iron your suit?’

‘It’s all creased’ He’s horrified that I’m clearly stunned by this ‘So to look like a sack of potatoes ina long stretch ahead while I wait for Miller to perfect on perfect

‘As soon as I’m done’ He turns and takes an iron out

‘Miller’ I halt when I detect the very subtle juued, I pace quickly over and round hirin I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing My mouth drops open I’ to say

‘Your face!’ he laughs, folding the board and putting it back Miller Hart, Mr Serious,a joke? I think I ht pass out

‘It’s not even that funny,’ Ithe cupboard door shut in a childish act of stroppiness

‘I beg to differ,’ he laughs, straightening and knocking ain I’ve never seen anything quite like it

‘Beg all you like,’ I retort, then yelp when he picks oing to ironyou into my bed is of para your suit back to perfection?’ I ask, threadingyour hair?’

‘Considerably’ He dropsforward to you taking me for dinner’

‘Dinner or bed?’ He scoffs ‘Now you’re just being silly’

I s list?’

His eyes lose a little sparkle when they narrow, his lips straightening He’s trying not to laugh ‘One would need to know a member’

‘I know the owner,’ I declare confidently, but very quickly remember his comment to Miss Low Will he say the saree?

He nods thoughtfully and paces over to his desk, opening the drawer and pulling soets swiped, bleeped, and scanned on a section of the flat-screen monitors before they disappear into the depths of white desk

‘Here’ He hands raved in sh the centre

ICE

Turning it over, I see a silver strip, but that’s all – nothing else No details of the club or the member I look up suspiciously ‘This is a fake, isn’t it?’

He laughs lightly and leads me out of the room and back up to the main club, but he doesn’t take his usual hold ofar me into him ‘It’s very real, Olivia’

Chapter 22

As soon as he’s carried me up the stairs to his apartment and let us in, he runs a bath and strips us both down before cradlingus into the hot, bubbly water It’s not his bed, but I don’t argue I’ood enough

I sigh, co htly He’s hu very fa to draw breath and when the tone changes, and I knohen a s, when he’s sure to take the brief silence as an opportunity to press his lips to the top ofon his wet chest as I slowly circle his nipple with ertip and stare across the vast expanse of his skin Relaxed and tranquil go nowhere near to describing how I’ It’s thesethe real Miller Hart, not thebehind fine three-piece suits and an iuised as a gentle aany friendliness he encounters or confusing people with his impeccable manners, which are always delivered with such aloofness, they snuff the fact that he is, in fact, well mannered

‘Tell me about your family’ I break the silence with my quiet question, almost certain he’ll brush my enquiry aside

‘I don’t have any,’ he whispers siain as my brorinkles into his chest

‘None at all?’ I try not to sound disbelieving, but I fail I haven’t a family, so to speak, just my nan, but the value of at least one family member iswell, invaluable

‘Justthe loneliness his adnifies

‘Just you?’