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inexperienced. Whatever happened, he would be good enough for both of them. He’d be sensational.
    The ‘ding’ of the lift arriving at their destination made her jump, physically. They’d been in the lift less than thirty seconds but it felt like a lifetime.
    ‘Where exactly are we going?’ she asked, following him as he strode out of the lift, then paused to wait for her.
    ‘I’ve commandeered old Jacobson’s office for the day. He’s slumming it, in with one of his henchmen.’ Ellis winked at her again. ‘He says he doesn’t mind in the slightest but I can see he’s really fuming inside.’
    Jess had no idea what Mr Jacobson, the head honcho, looked like when he was fuming. He hadn’t even been the one to interview her, and staff on her level never really interacted with senior management.
    Looks like I’m interacting with a level of management way above ‘old Jacobson’ today. It isn’t possible to reach a higher level than this.
    ‘I hope he doesn’t decide to take reprisals on people like me when you’ve flitted on to wherever you plan to flit to next,’ she said crisply, as Ellis ushered her into the Executive Director’s office suite. Jacobson’s secretary gave her a curious glance, but only momentarily. The woman barely seemed to have eyes for anyone but Ellis McKenna.
    ‘No interruptions please, Ms Brown,’ he instructed, pausing at the older woman’s desk to bestow a brain-melting smile.
    ‘Of course, Mr McKenna,’ she replied, sounding suspiciously breathy.
    You make all women crazy, don’t you?
Jess accused him silently as he held open the door to the inner sanctum for her.
    The way his beautiful mouth quirked seemed to suggest, once again, that he’d heard the thought.
    It was a large office, with a very fine leather-topped desk, banked computer workstations to one side, and an ‘informal’ area over by the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the busy street below. Across the rooftops, in the distance, there was a tantalising view, between two high rises, of the city park, a bit of breathing space amongst the built-up metropolis. There was even the faintest glint of the boating pond, the glitter of water.
    Two long settees faced each other at right angles to the triple-glazed glass, with individual armchairs drawn up to the sides and a couple of small, low tables strategically placed.
    But wasn’t really the seating arrangement that caught Jess’s eye. It was the collection of items assembled, some on one of the tables, some on one of the couches.
    Ellis led her to the nearest couch.
    ‘I think you should take your skirt and your shoes off.’
    Jess gasped. What the hell?
    The dazzling, roguish god laughed, his white teeth glinting.
    ‘No, I’m not planning to ravish you …’ He paused, and for a moment a more saturnine expression crossed his face. ‘Well, not unless you absolutely insist. But really, your skirt is still wet at the hem, and I swear I can hear your shoes squishing as you walk.’ He nodded at the offending footwear. ‘It’s bloody cold today, considering it’s supposed to be summer round here at the moment, and like I said before, I’d never forgive myself if you ended up catching a chill.’
    Thunderstruck, Jess said the first thing that came into her head. ‘Why? It’s not your fault.’
    ‘Oh, I think it is, in a way. The big boss is visiting, so you chose to wear a smart but rather flimsy suit and insubstantial shoes. It
is
my fault.’
    ‘That’s nonsense. I always dress smartly for work.’
    He narrowed his sea-blue eyes.
    ‘All right … Yes, this isn’t my usual work suit. It’s my interview suit. And these are my best dressed up shoes.’
    ‘Well, take them off for a while then. I’ve had the heating turned on, so we can slip your skirt over the radiator and your shoes beneath.’ He leant over and patted one of the curious items on the nearest settee: a thick, fluffy bathrobe in navy blue. ‘You can wear this while they