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  "But surely you've got the keys?" I asked.

  She shook her head. "Only the owners have access to that door. Apparently we're not 'trustworthy' enough," she said, making air quotes. "To tell you the truth, I've never even been back there."

  "But what if someone wants to use it?"

  She shook her head. "According to my boss it's not for the public. It's just for them. And they only use it every few months. We're not really meant to ask questions, but it seems kind of weird if you ask me."

  "Yeah it does." Why on earth would you have a room that lavish if you're only going to use it a few times a year? And why stash it at the back of a place like this? It made no sense.

  The girl leaned in conspiratorially. "You want to hear something even weirder?" I nodded. "We're not even allowed to work when they're using it. That's why I've never been back there. They bring in an entirely new staff, all their own people. Who does that?"

  I shook my head slowly. "I have no idea."

  Her eyes suddenly narrowed. "Hey, shouldn't you know all this already if you were here with them?"

  I shrugged. "I'd never been before the other night. Like I said I was just keeping my friend company. I only stayed maybe half an hour."

  "Ah, fair enough." A smile bloomed on her face. "So, what was it like back there? I've always wondered."

  I felt bad shattering whatever wonderful images she'd conjured in her head, but telling the truth would only make her more inquisitive. She might even get herself into trouble. "Honestly? It was nothing special. A bar, some tables, pretty much like any other corporate function I've been to."

  Her shoulders sunk. "Oh. Okay. Well, I'm sorry I couldn't help with your brooch. I could try and ask my boss to speak to the owners if you want..."

  "That's okay. I'll see if my friend can talk to them. He's the one who brought me along."

  "That might be better, yeah."

  "Thanks for your time," I said, turning towards the exit.

  "No problem. Bye."

  I left the building even more confused than when I'd entered. Everything about the place was slightly off. I only knew one thing for sure; Sebastian and his friends valued their privacy. Perhaps they were simply eccentric in that way that wealthy people sometimes are, but where did those papers on Sebastian's desk fit in?

  I knew it was none of my business. Sebastian's secrets were his own, and he didn't owe me any explanations. But nonetheless, I couldn't help but wonder; what on earth had I gotten myself into?

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  As the evening drew closer, I began to grow excited. As bizarre as the whole situation was, it had been a long time since I'd been on a date, and never with a man as gorgeous as Sebastian.

  It wasn't until I finished showering and went to dress that I realised how unprepared I was for the occasion. I'm not normally the sort of girl who spends half the night getting ready, but the shimmering fabrics and exotic cuts on display at his party had left me feeling strangely self-conscious. Suddenly, nothing I owned seemed even remotely nice enough. I had plenty of jackets, blouses and knee length skirts, and a few cocktail dresses for special occasions, but expensive meals with mysterious millionaires were definitely out of my comfort zone.

  Half an hour and more than a handful of failed outfits later, I gave up and headed to the lounge to wait. I was wearing a simple black pencil skirt with a white V-neck top I'd dug from some long forgotten corner of my wardrobe. I assumed it was going to be wildly inappropriate for whatever he had planned, but if he didn't like it, that was his problem. I wasn't about to rush out and go shopping for that perfect something just to please him.

  At seven thirty sharp, my doorbell rang.

  "I'll be right out," I called.

  He was waiting for me on the landing outside, leaning against the wall and gazing out into the street. Despite only seeing him yesterday, somehow I seemed to have forgotten how gorgeous he was. Tonight he wore his dark dinner jacket open at the front, his black shirt unbuttoned at the top to reveal just a hint of the olive skin and cut chest beneath.

  Seeing him standing there looking so effortlessly masculine was like having a bucket of water poured over my head. I froze in place, my tongue involuntarily grazing my lips as I drank in the sight of him. The casual look suited him. It made him look more human. A godlike human, but still.

  He smiled when he noticed me, those blazing eyes caressing my body like a soft wind, sending a tingle up my spine.

  "You look lovely," he said.

  I gave a little spin. "Thank you. It's not Prada, but it does the job."

  He laughed. "What makes you think I want Prada? You make too many assumptions, Sophia."

  "So if I told you this outfit was thirty bucks at Myer, you wouldn't send me back to change?"

  "No. I'd say that most girls would kill to look that good for thirty dollars."

  "Well if it's value you're looking for, I might be able to get it down to twenty if you give me a few more minutes to change."

  He let out a little growl. "I know I said this dinner was strictly no obligations, but if you keep giving me excuses as to why you should remove your clothes, I won't be held responsible for my actions."

  I blushed. I hadn't meant it that way, but once again he'd managed to turn an innocent statement into something much hotter.

  Looping his arm through mine, he turned and led me down the stairs to the black limousine that was waiting by the kerb.

  He nodded to the man who was standing next to the door. "This is my driver, Joe."

  "Evening ma'am." Joe was a friendly looking gentleman of about sixty. He had the weathered face of a once sturdy guy who had been through a lot, and as he moved to open the door for us, I noticed that he walked with a bad limp.

  "War wound," he said, following my gaze. "Took a shot clean through the knee. Shattered part of the kneecap."

  "That's horrible."

  He shrugged. "Maybe. I've always thought it rather Lucky myself. A foot higher and I wouldn't be here at all."

  I nodded, unsure how to reply.

  "Joe's been with me nearly ten years," Sebastian said.

  "Has it really been that long, sir? The time has simply flown by." The older man's voice was heavy with sarcasm, but Sebastian merely grinned. Clearly there was more than professional courtesy between the two of them.

  "Come on, we'll be late," Sebastian said, guiding me to the open door and ushering me through with a gentle push to the small of my back. Even that somehow felt like an incredibly sensual gesture.

  "So where are we headed?" I asked, as the limo pulled out into the street.

  "Well, I was lucky enough to get last minute reservations at Quay."

  My eyes widened. I wasn't much for fine dining, but I knew enough to know that Quay was as fancy as they came. Now I definitely was under-dressed. "Isn't the waiting list like a month long there?"

  He shrugged. "They had a cancellation."

  It seemed a little unbelievable, but I didn't push. "So, how you feeling?" I asked instead. "You nervous at all?"

  His lips quirked upward. "And why would I be nervous?"

  "Well I imagine this is your first date in a while. You know, being the non-dating sort and all."

  "Possibly."

  "So I thought you might be a little worried. It's okay, it's perfectly natural. Just be yourself, I'm not going to judge."

  He looked at me for several seconds then shook his head ruefully. "You're not planning on making this easy are you?"

  "I don't know what you mean." I tried to keep my face straight, but a hint of a smile crept through anyway. After feeling constantly off balance with him, it was nice to put him on the back foot for once.

  We sat for a few minutes just looking out the window. He'd seemed upbeat initially, but in the silence that followed, that all leeched away. The longer we sat, the darker his expression grew.

  "A penny for your thoughts?" I said eventually.

  He blinked several times. "Sorry. I didn't mean
to be rude. I've just got a lot on my mind."

  "Trouble in venture capital paradise?"

  He grimaced. "It's not a big deal. One of our projects has just had some setbacks recently. It's frustrating, that's all."

  "What kind of project?"

  He smiled apologetically. "I'm not really at liberty to talk about it. It's company policy not to discuss our work with other people. We deal with some sensitive stuff from time to time."

  Yeah, like US Government documents. I'd been debating whether to raise any of the questions that had been running through my mind. Obviously he had secrets, and that was fine. Casual meant not having to share much of yourself if you didn't want to. But I couldn't resist trying to fish for a little more information.

  "Well, whatever you guys do, you throw a mean party, I'll say that much."

  "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Honestly those don't happen that often. A few times a year when we want to entertain prospective clients. You got lucky enough to stumble in at just the right time."

  "I guess I did. Truth be told, I couldn't really believe it. It was kind of surreal, finding that sort of party behind a shitty bar like that."

  He nodded. "Yeah, we get that a lot. We've actually owned that building for nearly a century. It's where the company started. As we expanded, we decided to upgrade it and turn it into a space for entertaining. There's still a few of the old offices left, one of which I believe you are somewhat acquainted with."

  My cheeks heated. I wondered if I'd ever live that down.

  "So why keep the bar at the front?" I asked. "Why not knock it down and build something nicer? You can obviously afford to."

  He shrugged. "Call it sentimentality I guess. That bar's been there since the building was built. It's nice to keep a small piece of the old place around."

  There was nothing in his voice to hint at any deception. Perhaps there really was nothing more to it. It was certainly the simplest explanation. Of course there were still the things the girl had told me that morning, and the papers on his desk, but were they really as odd as they seemed? It was hardly strange to want a little privacy, and I hadn't really had more than a few furtive seconds with that document. It was verging on paranoid to make any assumptions based on that. I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

  A minute later, we arrived at the restaurant. It was a glorious sight. The whole building was a giant glass cylinder, offering a full panoramic view of Circular Quay. A suited maître d' led us to a table on the upper floor, which was right next to the window facing out across the water to the Opera House. The sun had just finished setting and the whole bay was bathed in the soft glow of the city lights from the south. It was a spectacular location.

  The two chairs at the table were opposite one another, but after helping me into my seat, he took his and lifted it around, sitting right next to me, his leg brushing softly against mine. My heart quickened. In the blink of an eye, he'd made the whole meal feel much more intimate.

  "I can't imagine why anyone would cancel on this," I said, watching as one of the night ferries pulled out of the dock, sending great ripples rolling through the harbour. "It's beautiful."

  "I like everything about this place," he said. "I try to come as often as possible. The only thing better than the food is the view." He gave me an exaggerated look up and down. "And I must say, the view is looking particularly spectacular tonight."

  I grinned and returned the leer. "It's not so bad from over here either."

  Our menus arrived. If it wasn't already obvious, the service quickly made it clear that this wasn't just any lazy Sunday meal. Our waitress was polite, articulate and immaculately groomed. She knew the menu back to front and answered every question Sebastian asked, quickly and in great detail. While they spoke, a second waiter arrived, filling our water glasses and leaving a small basket of steaming bread for us to nibble on.

  Sebastian wanted to order the nine course tasting menu, but I'd had bad experiences with that sort of food in the past. "It always seems a little too pretentious for its own good," I told him.

  "Trust me."

  And so I relented.

  The first course arrived almost instantly, a plate containing two 'Sea Pearls'; delicate spheres about the size of ping pong balls. They didn't look like much, but had the most amazing silky texture and they just melted to nothing in my mouth.

  "So, how long have you been with Little Bell?" he asked. Apparently even outsiders knew about our little nickname.

  "Just over six years now."

  "You like it?"

  I shrugged. "It's a great company. They do some really fantastic work and there's lots of variation."

  "I'm sensing there's a 'but' coming."

  I sighed. I hadn't really planned on whining to him on our first date, but he seemed genuinely interested, and I was sick of bottling up all my frustration. "But I'm starting to feel like it's a dead end."

  "Why?"

  "It just seems like if something was going to happen for me there it already would have. There aren't many people there who work harder than me, but no matter how much I bust my ass for them, I can't seem to make any progress."

  He took a sip of wine. "So why not move somewhere where they respect your talents?"

  "I don't know. It would make the last few years feel like a waste, I guess. I hate giving up. Once I start something, I tend to stick to it until I get the job done. Besides, Little Bell is one of the best in the business. If I can make it there, that's a big deal."

  "Well, it depends on why you became a lawyer doesn't it? If what you're interested in is 'making it' — and there's no shame in having that as a goal — then yeah, I'd say you're in the right place. But if you're doing it because it's what you love to do, then you might find yourself wasted there."

  "What if it's a little of both?"

  "That's where it gets tricky," he said with a smile.

  "Don't get me wrong, I enjoy what I do," I continued. "And it's not that I care about image or status. I just like a challenge, you know? I want to prove to myself I can do it."

  "That's something I can relate to. Sometimes I think I go out of my way to make things difficult for myself, just so it's more fun when I finally get there."

  "Exactly," I said. "I've thought about leaving, but it would just be such a big risk, starting over again from scratch."

  "Nothing worth having comes risk free."

  The second course arrived. Objectively, it was probably as good as the first, but I wasn't paying much attention. Instead, I was rolling Sebastian's words around in my mind. This sort of discussion wasn't what I'd expected from him. Maybe I'd just been blinded by his initial approach, but I'd assumed our table talk would be a little lighter; a flirtatious game of back and forth. Instead, we'd ventured into a real conversation, and Sebastian was proving to be an excellent sounding board. He was honest, intelligent and articulate. It was a strange feeling, realising the two dimensional cut out in my head was deeper than I thought.

  "So what about you? You enjoy working at Fraiser?" I asked.

  There was a small pause. "It's great," he said with a nod. "I honestly couldn't imagine being anywhere else."

  "Well, with the way they seem to take care of their employees, I can't say I'm surprised."

  He chuckled. "We work as hard as we play, but they're good to us, yeah."

  "I get the sense that they can afford to be."

  He shrugged. "We've backed some strong horses recently. It's paid off."

  "So that's what it's about then? 'Backing horses'? Sorry, I don't know much about venture capitalism. For me, it's always fallen under the umbrella of 'miscellaneous financial jobs that all seem vaguely the same'."

  His indulgent expression said that was a common perception. "Well, in a nutshell, we take people's money and invest it in projects we think might be profitable. Some work out, some don't. We split the profits and losses with our investors."

  "Is that what you did for Chase Adams?" The words lef
t my mouth before I could stop them. I hadn't realised it, but that connection was still bothering me.

  He did a double take, looking startled for a brief second, but it was gone again in an instant. "Ah, I'd forgotten he was there the other night. Well, to put it simply, yes. He's been a long standing client of ours."

  "And now he just comes by and parties with you guys?"

  "When he's in town."

  I wouldn't have picked a Hollywood A-Lister to spend his time hanging with a bunch of corporate types, no matter how much cash they'd made him, but perhaps I was underestimating them. "So, you guys deal with some pretty big names then. Anyone else I might have heard of?"

  He shot me a little smile. "Probably, but all of them would be quite upset if I began talking about their investments in public."

  I tried my best to hide my disappointment. Stonewalled again. "Well, it doesn't sound like such a bad deal really," I said. "Getting paid to party with clients and throw huge sums of money around to see what sticks."

  He looked amused. "It's a little more complicated than that." But he didn't elaborate further. Apparently, he took his bosses' penchant for secrecy to heart. Learning anything about him was going to be a slow process.

  I watched him as he ate. Even doing that, there was an economic grace to his movements that was a joy to behold. It set my mind wandering, imaging what he might look like doing other things.

  He caught me staring and grinned, exposing a row of perfect teeth. "And what are you looking at?"

  I blushed, somehow sure he knew exactly what I'd been thinking. "Nothing."

  "My mistake then," he said.

  The third course arrived. Some kind of creamy crab dish that tasted so fresh I wouldn't have been surprised to learn it had been pulled from the sea just minutes earlier.

  "So are you enjoying dinner?" he asked me, after we'd both scraped our bowls clean.

  I nodded. "I was a little sceptical, but this place definitely lives up to its reputation. My only problem is, I'm not sure what I'm going to do once it's over. You might have ruined me for homemade spag bol and cheap Chinese forever now."

  His mouth quirked up ever so slightly. "I have a few ideas about what we could do once it's over."