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perked up. That was a man and two halves. He had a waterfall of silvery blond hair that drifted to his shoulders, making him look all at once hippyish and vulnerable. Matched with a broad body built for rugby, he could have been intimidating but then he spoke, and said in the most understated, sexy voice, “This is what employment was meant for. Getting hammered with people you don’t really like.”
    He then started to sing Take That’s Greatest Day without a trace of irony or mickey taking. Just him and a piano. Helena watched in awe as he wove a spell of love and hope, and faith in the human race. The guy was incredible. They better up his pay , she thought, looking around the room as employees looked at one another as if for the first time, clinked glasses and sang along. The words sparkled over her chest, and her mouth curved into an unrepentant grin. Men didn’t hit those notes without castration.
    The urge to have a look at his legs to see if his clothing was doing it for him was strong. But the sting of tears was stronger, at how he effortlessly carried the song, the music, the emotion in the fingertips that skated over the piano keys. A different Helena would have given into a sobbing fit. Hell, a drunk Helena would have, but a few of the women of the firm wrapped their arms around Helena’s neck and started rugby crowding her into singing along.
    The singer saw them and smiled softly from behind the microphone. His eyes burned into hers, and he sent her the slightest wink. Okay, she thought, her heart racing in her throat. Officially the sexiest man alive. David Gandy included.
    He finished and the room burst into applause. “We feeling the love? Good, let’s keep it going.”
    Helena forgave him for the cheese fest but it was the best thing to do, giving everyone a sense of familiarity and fun. While the band carried on, he took the mic and gave a random person the chance to sing. He came to Helena, standing a good five inches over her. Oh my God, what are you doing to me? He’s tall on top of everything else? Aye yai yai… She shook her head with embarrassment, as his eyes met hers, bright and insistent.
    “Sod off!” she blurted.
    Not at all diverted, he said, “That champagne didn’t get here itself. Come on, earn your money!”
    “I can’t,” she whispered.
    He took her hand and sat her next to him on the stool at the piano. “What’s your name?”
    “Helena.”
    “Hells Bells,” Ophelia yelled from across the room.
    “Okay Hells is going to remind everyone why she’s a great employee.”
    “I don’t work here,” she said between her teeth, “I just tagged along.”
    He sent her a grin. “That’s even better. What’s your game face song?”
    “You need to let me go and have a drink. I’m not singing.”
    “Good choice.”
    She turned to look around the room. People who obviously knew she was Ophelia’s sister were waiting for her to prove her worth.
    “Elton John. Everyone knows Elton,” he decided and started to play Your Song . A nudge in her ribs forced her to sing louder and into the microphone. She glanced nervously around the room and the sight of everyone holding up the table candles and swaying to the music, made her voice peter out.
    “Close your eyes,” he murmured into her ear. “You can pretend they’re naked, it’s all good for the company.”
    She laughed and did as she was told. Not that she wouldn’t destroy her sisters if they ever blabbed, but Moulin Rouge was the one film that had made her bawl her eyes out.
    “You’ve got a good voice,” he complimented as he played the last chords over the cheers. “No need for all that protest.”
    “I am never going to live this down,” she groaned, opening her eyes at a narrow and seeing Ophelia banging her fist on the table she was laughing so hard.
    “She’ll get over it,” he assured her. “Off you get.”
    He plucked her from the seat and placed her gently with the rugby girls. “Last song for