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Fact was she’d always been partial to karaoke. Nothing like belting out a favorite tune for lifting the spirits.
    “Feel free to have a play.” He shifted toward the TV screen and opened a drawer underneath. “The mics and remote are in here.”
    Any other time, any other place, any other man and she’d be in that drawer, rifling for the remote and then singing Shania Twain or Abba to her heart’s content, but moments after realizing she’d gotten herself into a bit of a scrape, she’d vowed to keep as low a profile as possible. “Oh no, I couldn’t.”
    “Suit yourself.” He slammed the drawer shut with his Italian-shoe-clad foot and leaned back in the seat, taking a swig of champers before commenting, “I suppose your voice gets enough of a workout while you work.”
    Having just taken another sip of water, she let the cold caress her tongue as she nodded. At least his words confirmed he knew who she was. For a moment, back there in the car park, she’d wondered, and she’d been debating ever since whether or not to clear the air and make certain. Their paths had never directly crossed at work, yet it appeared he not only recognized her as one of his employees but knew she was one of the fifty or so voice talents.
    Respect for Cameron sky-rocketed.
    “Relax.” His voice seemed to come from nowhere and she startled, shaking the bottle and then watching in horror as water spurted out of the spout and splattered into a pool in her lap.
    Fabulous. Now not only did she look like a glitter-overdosed hooker but also like she’d peed in her pants. She sighed. A great big sigh of resignation.
    Before she could say anything or even return the lid to the bottle, he’d located a box of tissues and proffered them with a smile. The first smile that evening which seemed warm and genuine. A smile that had more power than hot chocolate, electric blankets or rustic wood fires in the way it warmed her insides.
    A smile ten times more dangerous than his playboy grins.
    “Sorry,” she muttered, squeezing her lips together as she yanked tissues from the box and patted them against her dress. “I’m not usually this much of a klutz.”
    “As I said before, relax.” He returned the tissue box to its designated crevice, then turned back to steal her gaze. The way he looked right into her eyes made her helpless to look anywhere else. “Truth is I don’t give a damn about the car. So if that’s what’s making you nervous, forget it.”
    “You don’t?” She bit her lip to stop the grin that threatened at the thought she was nervous about the car. His presence had the effect of making her forget all else.
    “Nope. I’ll admit seeing that mammoth dent in the beast did take a chunk out of my heart but it’s nothing that can’t be fixed.”
    “So what am I doing here?”
    “I need you to play a role tonight,” he explained. “Act like you were made for the nook of my arm and you’ll have paid your debt. I’ll take you back to collect your car and we’re even. It’s not like I expect anything more. ”
    At the word more her cheeks instantly flamed. The thought that he expected sex from her had never crossed her mind but now…well…the idea was shockingly enticing.
    And laughable. Guys like Cameron McCormac didn’t need to coerce women into sleeping with them. Women’s knees buckled at the feet of men like him.
    Which begged the question…exactly why did he need her specifically this evening? Surely he had a little black book thick to bursting with numbers of women more appropriate than she.
    Stop thinking, Peppa. Now might be a good time to actually open your mouth and speak. She’d been uncharacteristically mute thus far. “I’ll be happy to play your handbag,” she said with a Cheshire grin.
    At his bemused expression, she tried to explain. “You know…hanging off the nook of your arm?”
    Still blank.
    “Oh never mind.” She waved her hand in front of her face and then leaned over to locate her