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Was he kidding? Peppa could guess the type of functions Cameron McCormac graced with his formidable presence. Attending any one of them wearing a scanty fairy costume would make her the laughing stock of Sydney’s elite. “I’ll come with you but please, let me go home and change into something more appropriate.”
    Her words fell on deaf ears as Cameron leaned back against his car and punched a number into his phone.
    While he spoke into his mobile, she tried to recall the breathing techniques she’d learned that one time Izzy had convinced her to try yoga. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. Months had dragged by since her last proper date with a man and although this set-up couldn’t exactly be categorized as such, her stampeding heart and clammy hands didn’t appear to have read the memo. Neither had her traitorous eyes. As if she had no control over them whatsoever, she found it impossible to drag them away from the face and Adonis-like body of the man who paid her salary.
    Ending the conversation, he shoved his phone into his jacket pocket and shot her the smile of a wolf. Her knees knocked together. It was futile to wish she’d chosen the virtuous angel costume now—a full-length gown that covered every bit of skin below her neck. It wouldn’t have been as appealing to the children but perhaps if she’d been wearing that she wouldn’t be feeling so unvirtuous. Who’d have known clothes could have such an amazing effect on a person? Inhale, exhale.
    Glancing at his convertible, Cameron informed her, “I’ve called for another car. They’ll be drawing things to a close now, so I need to go back inside. I’ll meet you out the front of the building in ten.”
    Peppa made her way back inside and tried to distract herself with conversation, but the ten minutes dragged. Although she talked to oodles of colleagues and kissed goodbye many of their adorable kidlets, she’d never be able to recall exactly who she’d spoken to. Her heart pumped overtime and her nails, unbitten for several years, received a flogging as she counted down the minutes and seconds. At first she thought her symptoms indicated nerves but, as her gaze kept trekking to the captivating Cameron while he worked the room, as her spine fizzed with anticipation, she had to concede she wasn’t so much anxious as excited.
    Emergency sirens blasted in her head. Although her ex-fiancé, Tim, hadn’t made an appearance at the afternoon party—after a shotgun wedding, he was honeymooning in Paris with his new, pregnant wife—he was a colleague and she knew firsthand how messy office relationships could become. The questions, the awkwardness when they’d broken their engagement, should have been enough to turn her off the idea of office romance for good but again, her libido seemed to have taken a rain check on common sense.
    Finally, with thirty seconds to go by Peppa’s count, Cameron looked up to find her watching him—again—and the wink he gave her as he nodded toward the exit was slow and suggestive. She swallowed, threw a feigned carefree wave to Izzy who was chatting up one of the new technicians and sent her feet precise instructions—move one foot forward, then the other, repeat—to ensure she made it out the door in one piece.
    “Evening,” Cameron drawled as he bestowed on her the kind of smile that could sell sex toys to nuns.
    “Almost,” she replied sassily, meanwhile her heart, stomach and ovaries quivered. She came to a stop alongside him as they waited on the footpath outside the building that housed Lyrique Recordings and a number of legal firms. They stood, so close she could feel the heat emanating from his shoulder against hers. Together they watched Sydney rush-hour traffic stream by.
    A slick, black limousine slid to a stop a few meters in front of them. Before Peppa could make the connection that this was their ride, Cameron took her hand and bent down to scoop up his gym bag with the other. It was as if an electric