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now her brain had kicked in again, it felt very much the same as it always had done on the subject of Jason Knight and an illicit office fling.
    â€˜I’m not going to be your consolation prize for losing the McGrath deal,’ she told him. ‘Hot, angry sex with me will not solve anything.’
    The look on Jason’s face said he begged to differ. And Kelly was regretting her choice of words too. They’d conjured up all sorts of images that really weren’t helping her sudden attack of self-control.
    â€˜I don’t know...’ he began, regaining some of his usual swagger.
    That helped. Seeing him almost vulnerable after he’d broken their kiss had not. But now he was looking more like his usual self and that helped her remember who Jason Knight really was.
    â€˜Everything’s a game to you, isn’t it?’ she said, shaking her head. ‘What would this have been? Another point on your scoreboard? Another notch on your impressive bedpost?’
    One corner of Jason’s mouth hitched up. ‘My bedpost is rather impressive,’ he said with a bit of a drawl. Kelly ignored him. She stoked the returning anger until it was good and hot. He was proving her point nicely for her.
    â€˜Well, some of us don’t have the luxury of playing life like it’s a game,’ she told him. ‘You, with your nice suits and your flashy car and your big-money family... Of course nothing can touch you! But sometimes...’ she felt her lip wobble and willed it to hold ‘...sometimes things happen that make you take life seriously. Very seriously.’
    Jason stopped smiling. He gave her a look similar to the one he’d worn when he’d called her into his office about the video. Kelly’s knees began to soften. She braced them back hard and looked him straight in the eye, daring him.
    â€˜You’re saying that because my family has money nothing bad can ever happen to me?’ he asked in a deceptively flat tone.
    No, she hadn’t meant it that way. She tried to explain further. ‘I’m just saying that you mess around when you could do so much more, that money allows you to get away with that when the rest of us have no such buffer.’
    His gaze had turned cold and she did her best not to shiver. ‘So why didn’t my daddy’s money stop me messing up my shoulder? Why didn’t it stop my brother ending up in a wheelchair? Tell me that, Kelly.’
    She swallowed. Okay, she might have heard that about him in the past, but she’d forgotten all about those distant Celebrity Life articles when she’d been good and angry. There was one thing she did remember, though....
    â€˜The newspapers said that was your fault. They said you caused the accident that crippled your brother.’ And she regretted those words the moment they left her lips. She always joked she wished someone would invent a filter that would fit between brain and mouth, and now she wished that not only were there such a device, but that she’d invested in the best money could buy.
    The colour drained from Jason’s face and he stared at her.
    â€˜You’re right,’ he said. ‘Hot, angry sex with you would be a really bad idea. In fact, any kind of sex with you would be a bad idea.’ And then he turned and walked back in the direction of the bar.
    * * *
    Kelly wasn’t usually one for attacks of conscience, but hers niggled her all weekend. Okay, it didn’t just niggle. It shouted. It berated. It condemned. By Monday morning she was feeling bruised and sore. The last thing she wanted to do was to go and face Jason, but she arrived early, aiming to catch him while the building was quiet.
    She hurried into the building, pressed the button for the lift at least three times and then tapped her foot as it climbed higher and higher. Moments later she was standing outside his office door, listening to the telltale thump of that stupid