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passage. A bulge under the arm of one of the men gave her pause and she shifted uneasily in her seat, but security on the trains was tight and if those bulges were guns, they probably had permits to carry them.
    The men stared straight ahead and Samantha turned to stare out of the window. As the train started to move, a large form squeezed into the empty seat beside her. His arm brushed against hers and sent a shiver of awareness along her spine.
    Really, she needed to get laid more often. Alternatively, make better use of the toys in her closet. If every man who touched her caused such havoc with her hormones, she’d be a wreck before the week was over.
    “Hi there.”
    The hair above her ear fanned out on his breath and she tilted her head to see the man’s face. Dark glasses hid his eyes and a few strands of black hair peeked out under the cap pulled low over his eyes. A thick jacket and blue jeans completed the picture.
    “Mister Russell?”
    He grinned and nodded.
    How did he know where to find her? Had he followed her from the office? She mentally chided herself. With his connections, he’d probably known her daily routine ten minutes after he’d left her office on Monday afternoon. Still, she realized he didn’t scare her.
    “What are you doing?”
    He shrugged. “Riding the Gautrain. Must say, this is a first for me.” He glanced around the train car. “Do you use the train often?”
    Despite the heat in the train, she shivered as his presence skittered awareness across her skin. Brent took off his jacket and hung it over her shoulders. The pure male smell engulfed her and threatened to send her hormones into serious overdrive. Especially when he leaned over to pull the sides of the jacket together while ensuring his knuckles gave her hardened nipples a thorough rub.
    Her breath caught and he smiled. “So, Miss Owen—may I call you Samantha?”
    “Take your hands off me,” she whispered and wiggled her shoulders. He ignored her request and she glared at him. “ Mister Russell, are you out of your mind? I’m your wife’s attorney and not even supposed to talk to you without Rob being present.”
    Keeping his hands firmly in place, he leaned closer. “You’re not talking to me. We’re just two people riding the same train. I made it from the car to the train without anyone recognizing me, so I doubt my identity could be an issue now.” He leaned back a little and their gazes locked. “As for touching you? You are very touchable.”
    Her pulse rate escalated. He could be a problem she didn’t need at this stage of her life. It had taken her years to establish her professional reputation, and getting involved with him, could jeopardize everything she’d worked so hard for. Maybe she could reason with him. If he would just take his hands off her tits for two seconds, she might be able to form more than one coherent thought at a time. She inhaled deeply in an attempt to regain a measure of control.
    “It doesn’t matter that nobody recognized you. I know who I’m talking to and you’re putting my reputation at risk. In our business, reputation is everything and could mean the difference between being employed and standing in line at the unemployment office.” She tugged the jacket off her shoulders and held it out to him. “Please find another seat.”
    He draped the jacket over her legs, held it in place on her thigh and pretended to scan the patrons inside the train. “Unfortunately the cart appears to be full. Besides if I get up now, it will draw more attention. Something we both want to avoid.”
    If she wasn’t so scared of the ramifications, his smile would have knocked her stockings off. As it was, she just wanted him to leave.
    “I merely want to get to know you better.”
    She jerked her head. “No, for the umpteenth time, I represent your wife in a matter of divorce.”
    Amusement flickered in his eyes when he grinned and she swore she saw the devil dancing for joy in the blue