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dry off, and we can have a nice little chat and drink some hot chocolate. That’ll warm you up.’ He nodded towards a tall vacuum jug standing on one of the tables, with china cups and saucers, and a basket with what looked like home-made cookies nestling in a white table napkin. How had he assembled all this stuff in just an hour? Had he decided the moment he’d first seen her that he’d hijack her from her desk like this?
    ‘I can’t take my clothes off just like that. It’s … um …’ She clasped her bag, as if it were a weapon with which to defend herself from him. ‘I mean … you’re like the super duper boss of me. I only met you for a few minutes less than an hour ago, and this is an open office, for God’s sake!’
    ‘Who do you think is going to ogle you? It’s just storage across there, as far as I can tell, and I don’t think the birds are particularly interested in us.’ He gestured towards the building across the road. He was right; the only living creatures that could overlook them were a few pigeons roosting on the windowsills across the way. ‘I’ll turn my back, of course.’
    The situation was hurtling into the surreal. Jess shook her head. It was as if she’d stepped through a magic portal at some time since the blue Citroën had drawn up beside her. Or maybe that was the event horizon, entering his car.
    ‘Okay then, if you don’t trust me not to look, Jacobson has a small executive bathroom.’ He waved towards a door at the end of the computer bank. ‘You can change in there instead.’
    Stop acting like a ninny, Jess. Just treat this like a game, a hoot. Pretend it’s all a big giggle and an adventure. He’ll be gone in a few hours, and he’ll most likely never come back. You’ll laugh about this afterwards and he
is
fabulous fantasy material …
    ‘I trust you not to look, but I think I’ll still change in there.’ Kicking off her wet shoes, she swept up the thick, luxurious robe and then hurried off towards the door to Jacobson’s bathroom.
    This was the weirdest situation she’d ever found herself in, and she needed a moment to regroup. To think and to look at her reflection in the mirror and convince herself she wasn’t in an extended and augmented version of one of her own erotic fantasies. A freaky dream that she’d wake up from in a minute, and then have to drag her half-asleep body out of bed, to go to work.
    And she needed a minute away from the challenging, macho aura of Ellis McKenna … The only man she’d ever met who actually honest to God turned her on.

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    Ellis pursed his lips as the door slammed.
    What the hell are you doing, man? Being Mr Impulsive and playing up to your reputation for eccentricity is one thing … but this, this is different.
    She’s different.
    Jessica Lockhart. What was it about her? Everything about her initial impression upon him had been unpromising, and yet, oh dear God, he’d been aroused the minute she’d slid into the Citroën in her soggy suit and her waterlogged shoes, and with her dark, saturated hair hanging in thick, wet rat’s tails.
    Frowning, he retrieved her shoes, imagining the shapely feet they’d protected. He wasn’t a foot fetishist, but it was easy to imagine the lovely legs those feet were attached to. And the luscious thighs. And the lithe yet curvaceous hips.
    His mind flashed a vision to him of those enticing legs and hips naked, and the mysterious grove of her sex, fully revealed to him. If she were a natural brunette – as he had every reason to believe – she’d be dark-haired down there too, the contrast against her creamy skin stark and stunning.
    But great legs and an enticing little pussy were characteristics of a thousand girls. What was it about this particular girl … this woman … that had hooked him? Still musing, he placed the shoes close to the radiator, but not close enough to ruin them by cracking the leather.
    Maybe it was the fact that he
did
perceive her as a girl?
    But she