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down, but she snapped the notebook closed before he could read it. “Are you taking notes on me, love?”
    Brynn angled her head to look up at him. “If I were your employee, your suggestive glances might be considered actionable.”
    “Actionable how? Like we’d clear the desk and have at it?”
    Her brows drew together and formed a small V . “That comment would definitely qualify as actionable.”
    He leaned down, caught a whiff of perfume—vanilla and something floral. “Pretend you never heard it.” Iain breathed her in. Absolutely delicious.
    Her lips parted slightly, but she didn’t move away. Brynn Campbell might be wary, but she was also interested.
    “The key to running a successful business,” she whispered, “is keeping a professional attitude. Sniffing me probably isn’t professional.”
    “Depends on what your profession is, I suppose. And here I thought the key to running a successful business was making money. Shows how fucking little I know, eh?”
    “Do you always use that language?” Brynn opened her notebook and scribbled again. “With employees, I mean.”
    “Yeah. I don’t believe in censoring myself.” He hadn’t moved away, was still leaning toward her. Her shallow breaths caused her chest to rapidly rise and fall, and that became the focus of Iain’s attention. Her breasts were so tiny, he’d be able to suck on the whole damned thing. The thought made his mouth water.
    “Um, I don’t feel very comfortable when you look at me like that.”
    Iain reached out, his finger grazing a red splotch on the side of her throat. “I wasn’t trying to make you feel comfortable.”
    “Oh.” She paused. “ I feel that, together, we can create a work environment that is both productive and respectful. I don’t feel respected as a colleague right now.” She stepped back two paces, leaving Iain’s hand dangling in the air before he let it fall to his side.
    Blimey, she was serious. And so lovely it almost stole the breath out of his lungs. Iain felt an unwilling smile pull at the corners of his lips. “Are you quoting from a book or something?”
    Brynn nodded and cleared her throat. “A manual, actually. Leading by Example: A Partnership in Effectiveness. ”
    “Sounds boring enough to send me to sleep.”
    “I wrote it.” She enunciated the words, pointing her chin upward. He’d pricked her ego a bit. It was always vital to know as much about one’s opponent as possible, and Iain had just learned that Brynn Campbell took pride in her deadly dull work.
    “Brilliant. Then we can dispense with the lessons. Give me the short version, and afterward, I’ll take you to lunch.” Iain really wanted to take Brynn to bed. He wasn’t sure if she could teach him anything about leadership, but he was almost certain he could teach her a thing or two about pleasure.

Chapter 2
    Short version? Brynn was thinking of adding a chapter or three based on Iain Chapman alone. His eyes kept roaming over her from head to toe, and with each glance, her skin tingled a little more. Her throat went dry. As he continued to stare at her, Brynn was aware of every breath she took, every beat of her thumping heart. Then he touched her neck.
    How was she supposed to think clearly with his long finger brushing her heated skin? Heated? Damn, the splotches must be back. It happened every time Brynn got really flustered. She thought she’d outgrown them but apparently not. Awesome.
    When she’d walked into this office, Brynn had been a nervous wreck. The thought of teaching a class, even to one person, made her stomach muscles seize up in fear. But after meeting Iain Chapman, after being inspected so thoroughly by those light brown eyes, seeing that dimple crease his right cheek—her anxiety had only gotten worse. Iain Chapman was attracted to her. No, not just attracted—he wanted her.
    Brynn was a wallflower by choice. She didn’t garner attention from men like Iain Chapman. Handsome men. Powerful men. He