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There were no markings on it. It might have been one of those if-you-had-to-apply-for-it-you-couldn’t-afford-it credit cards reserved for multibillionaires. She’d read about them in a magazine once. Or it might have been a loyalty card for die-hard coffee addicts. Perla had no way of telling.

She looked from the card to Arion’s face. ‘What’s that for?’ she asked suspiciously.

‘That card lets you into that lift. The lift will take you straight to my penthouse. You’ll wait for me there—’

‘No.’ Perla stopped what was coming before he could finish.

His nostrils flared. ‘Excuse me?’

‘I won’t do … whatever it is you have in mind. I know what you think of me, but you’re wrong. What happened between us that night wasn’t cheap and it wasn’t tawdry. Not for me at least. And I despise you for thinking I’d stoop that low to get you to help me—’

‘Be quiet for one second and listen.’

The rough command in his voice dried her words.

‘You have nowhere to stay. I have a meeting in … exactly eight minutes—which will last for five hours. Minimum. Unless you intend to wander the streets in the rain until I’m finished, my offer is the best you’re going to get.’

Surprise stamped through her. ‘Oh, you mean you want me to go up and just … wait for you?’ she asked.

‘Why, Mrs Lowell, you sound disappointed …’