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Maxwell Cordell hated to miss out on anything, ‘Quinn,’ he called as she turned to move away, but not quickly enough as he caught her arm. ‘I enjoy a joke, so share,’ he demanded.
    She took a deep breath and looked into his eyes, ‘No, I don’t think so, you didn’t like my last one,’ ignoring the surprised look on his face she shook her arm free from his grip and started to walk away.
    ‘I hope you’re not thinking of joining forces with Jay, or anyone else for that matter, to gang up on me, you know safety in numbers and all that,’ he told her keeping his expression blank.
    ‘I wouldn’t dream of it, Sir,’ she told him primly as she walked away.
    With forty minutes before they boarded their flight, they were sat in the restaurant; he was eating breakfast while she was trying to keep her hand steady enough to pick up the cup of coffee she had requested. She still hadn’t managed so much as one sip when their flight was announced.
    ‘You haven’t touched your coffee,’ he told her unnecessarily. ‘Are you alright?’
    ‘Yes fine thank you,’ she managed without stammering once. He looked from her to the drink then back again. Quinn looked at the black liquid, she really did need that caffeine, and quickly unclenching her fingers she reached for the cup and drank it down in two mouthfuls. Turning quickly she moved away from the table and missed his bemused expression.
    Maxwell watched his p.a. stroll ahead of him; beside the first day she had walked in on him while he changed she hardly looked at him, well not the way other women did. Not once had she fluttered her naturally long lashes at him, or pouted her soft full lips in his direction. Good, he thought that suits me fine, but he still couldn’t resist watching her walk away. Taking a quick look around the waiting area he noticed he wasn’t the only one watching her, she had good posture, held her head up high, her hips gave a sexy sway with each step she took with her long well shaped legs. There was nothing contrived about the way she walked it was a natural sexy walk. Holding back a sigh he shortened his own stride so he could watch her walk, slow and unhurried, her long hair swaying across her shoulders as she moved. He reckoned with her heels on she must have been over five ten. His brows gave an involuntary lift as he noticed her shoes, red with high heels as thin as needles. Walking behind her he watched as other men turned to look at her, one or two looked at him with an expression that said, ‘ you lucky so and so.’ Yes he thought there was a woman a man could be proud to be seen with.
    Maxwell had been so wrapped up in his thoughts he almost cannoned into Quinn when she stopped to show her boarding pass. For a moment she looked quickly over her shoulder at him, her lips parted in surprise as he pushed into her.
    ‘Sorry,’ he muttered looking away quickly from her big golden brown eyes and moving his hand from her shoulder as he regained his balance. For a split second his fingers had tangled with her soft hair and once again his imagination ran away with him.
    ‘Mr Cordell, do you have your boarding pass?’ she asked when he stood apparently staring into space. She watched while he fumbled around in his pockets before finding the card. Maybe he’s scared of flying too, she thought, then dismissed that idea she couldn’t imagine him being afraid of anything.
    All too soon they were on the plane, well at least the seats in business class were wide and comfortable, not claustrophobic like the last flight she had been on and her seat had been in economy, maybe she would be all right after all she thought hopefully. After stowing away her bag she was fumbling with her seat belt when strong fingers closed around hers.
    ‘Just how scared are you?’ Maxwell asked keeping hold of her hand.
    Quinn looked up into concerned blue eyes, ‘Terrified,’ she whispered.
    He sighed, ‘On a scale of one to ten?’ he asked while rubbing