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‘Sorry?’
    Her blue eyes were dark again and she had on another revealing top. He could see the hot-pink bra she had on underneath her black shirt. He made a mental note to ask Lesley if there was a uniform policy here. A high-cut-uniform policy.
    ‘Advertise. We need advertising dollars to stay on air. Which of our leading advertisers will want to lend their name to the breaks of a show that involves whipping and gagging?’
    Her smile disappeared and her breasts started to rise and fall as her breathing got heavier. He moved his eyes back up to hers.
    ‘Advertising’s not my problem.’
    ‘Correct. It’s mine. Which means the concept is no good. Think of something else.’ Cash stood to go. His body was hard and his voice was becoming gruffer than he wanted. She had no idea what it took to run a station. She ran around watching people get it on and tying each other up. She knew nothing about business. The real world. What it took to stay in control. What he had to do to stay where he was—on top.
    ‘Condom manufacturers, book publishers, lingerie companies...I could name any number of advertisers willing to lend their name to my show. And for the record, gagging and whipping don’t make the top seven women’s fantasies.’
    He looked up. He knew he shouldn’t have. Her eyes were now bright blue—like the sky again. Challenging. Hard and unbelievably sexy. His eyes flicked to her soft pouty lips. A rash of heat spread over his body, and everything on him went hard.
    ‘Then what are the top seven fantasies?’ He knew he shouldn’t have asked that but after watching her lips for too long he wanted to hear the words come out of her mouth.
    Faith hesitated for a beat. Her mouth clamped shut. Then she looked down at her notes, her cheeks pinking. ‘You’ll have to wait and see.’
    Not this time. He was in control here, not her, and he had to keep it that way. If he didn’t, he’d be stuck here even longer and his mother had already threatened twice to visit him if he didn’t go home soon. ‘I want to know what the programme involves before I’ll approve it. And, Faith...’
    She looked up and his heart pumped fiercely.
    ‘This will be your last show.’

TEN
    He didn’t wait to see her face. He didn’t want to see the disappointment in her eyes; he just wanted to get out of there and refuse to acknowledge the feeling that was spreading over him. The feeling of carelessly crushing other people’s dreams.
    ‘I’m going out, Les.’ He didn’t wait for Lesley to throw another problem at him; he just walked past her, rolling up his sleeves and unbuttoning his top button. It was criminal to make a man wear a suit in Sydney. He felt tied up. Choked. He slipped off his tie and rammed it into his pocket as he stepped into the lift and waited for it to take him to the bottom.
    Cash rested his head against the cool mirror on the back of the lift and scratched at his neck. He unbuttoned another button on his shirt. It wasn’t his fault. Faith’s show couldn’t work. It needed more advertising and as long as Faith insisted on making everything so personal he couldn’t get any more. If she’d kept it light and fluffy—he’d be right. He thought he might even be able to sweet talk a cereal company to advertise then. But lately she’d been digging deeper. The interview she did with the hooker was the worst. Faith had scratched and dug and delved until she’d made the poor woman admit that it was love she wanted. Every time she took her clothes off for money she wished she had someone to tell her to put them back on. Faith had cried, the damn hooker had cried and the soft-drink company who’d signed up to a six-month contract had pulled out immediately. Why couldn’t she just listen to him? Why wouldn’t she just do what he wanted?
    He closed his eyes for a fleeting second as he remembered her in the garden. Sitting on him. Shivering under his touch and breathing into his mouth. Making him think she