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'I think we can e without you, Mr Grey,' she said coldly 'We have done for years'

He laughed 'We can always get along without things we've never had,' he said softy 'It's custom that makes us dependent'

'Well, I'm not dependent on you, Mr Grey,' she snap­ped

'Not yet, perhaps,' he said, in a softlytone which made the hair rise on the back of her head

Her pulses raced as he moved towards her, but she lifted her chin defiantly, determined not to show him how his physical presence affected her

He looked down at her fro, the thick al their expression 'You look tired, like a little girl Are you sure you wouldn't like me to carry you to bed?'

'Don't touch ht of being picked up in those power­ful arainst his muscled chest

Hisbriefly 'What are you afraid of? Me? Or your­self?'

'Why should I be afraid of myself?' she retorted scorn­fully

'Because you're alarly 'I think you're rather inexperienced, for all your outward sophistication The packaging glit­ters, but underneath it lies so far more vulner­able'

'You should be a psychologist, not a tycoon,' she said sarcastically

'Business requires a great deal of psychological war­fare,' he said drily 'Rather like war… how can you defeat the enemy unless you understand hiraph of Rommel in his bedrooht, so that he could anticipate his every move'

'Thanks for the warning!'

His eyes teased her again 'Oh, are we enemies?'

The intimacy of the tone made her feel suffocated for a second or two She said flatly, 'Aren't we?'