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vantage point. ‘As they say in the movies, “Have a nice day.”’
    Yes, please go. I can’t think. I need to settle down. Go away, Mr Dream Lover McKenna. Just walk out of my life so I can keep you in my fantasies.
    A new emotion sluiced through her, as shocking and intense as the lust she’d felt. It was a black, aching sense of loss and despair. Why feel what she felt now, for a man she’d never see again? Why couldn’t it have happened with someone attainable, with whom there might be a future? And more to the point, somebody that she liked, not this clearly supremely arrogant alpha male.
    But Ellis McKenna didn’t walk. He stayed where he was, scoping her, and frowning.
    ‘You really are still a bit damp there, Ms J. Lockhart, aren’t you?’ The frown deepened, became layered somehow, as if his attention to her was operating on multiple levels at once. ‘We can’t have that. I’m not keen on the idea of an employee of mine coming down with pneumonia on the very first day I meet her. I think you’d better come with me.’ Imperiously, he held out his hand, as if to draw her up from her seat. ‘Please?’
    And there it was again, that strange hint of entreaty in his eyes. That very human quality, a need for genuine interaction, however brief.
    What the hell is going on? This is just barmy!
    Still not sure whether she was succumbing to a consummate manipulator, or a man’s real wish for her company, she took the offered hand, snatching up her bag from the side of her desk. His fingers closed around hers, firm and unyielding as if he thought she might flee if he let up on the hold. It was impossible not to follow him now as he led her the length of the desk farm, running the gauntlet of dozens of pairs of curious eyes tracking their every move.
    ‘Where are we going? You can’t just waltz me away somewhere,’ she hissed, in the lowest voice she gauged he could hear without it carrying to the curious ears of her colleagues.
    ‘I can. I’m the boss,’ he said, twinkling at her over his shoulder.
    ‘You’re only the boss of me as an employee, not as a person. I ought to report you to my union rep for harassment.’ And in any other circumstances, it might have been harassment, but this … this was something else entirely.
    He stopped as they got to the lift, and released her hand.
    ‘I’m sorry. I’m being a bit of an arse, aren’t I? Do you want to go back to your desk?’ His expression was still that curious blend of provocation and appeal. He was daring her to walk back between the rows of avidly gaping faces, yet hoping that she wouldn’t call his bluff.
    But what on earth is he planning?
    Jess shot into the lift, and almost adhered herself to the far wall, about as far away from Ellis McKenna as she could get. After pressing the button for the top floor, he winked at her, and leant against the opposite wall. Why did she feel disappointed that he didn’t lunge in her direction?
    But, he didn’t need to lunge. He just did it with his ocean-green eyes, scrutinising her from head to foot while a little smile played around his lips.
    Jess wished, wished, wished she looked more impressive. She lifted her chin and eyeballed him back boldly, but she was all too aware of the soggy hem of her skirt, her squelchy shoes and the stringy wet strands of her hair. Still, pretending she looked fabulous, she stayed strong, trying not to be intimidated by his effortless, scruffy glamour and his sexual aura, an emanation so intense it was like a mist that filled the cabin of the lift.
    Oh shit. Oh Lord. I want him. I’ve no practical idea how to do sex, but I want to do it with him, even if I will be the most hopeless lay.
    Ellis tilted his head a little, his eyes narrowing almost as if he’d heard her. For about a fifth of a second, he caught his plush lower lip between his teeth, and looking at him, at that complex expression on his face, she could imagine that it wouldn’t matter to him that she was