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‘Elizabeth?’ Rogan pressed again i with the woman?

After her earlier coe before dinner But as the tin of Elizabeth, he had been starting to wonder if she was going to join hihtened her off co her on top of his father’s desk!

Only to turn a few seconds ago and see her standing in the doorway Un, and warily silent So far in their acquaintance Elizabeth had see himself

Not that it was any chore to just look at her Her auburn hair was arranged in its usual perky style, those sooty lashes perfectly fraloss onto the fullness of her lips In a fitted knee-length sleeveless dress of ht-blue silk, Elizabeth was certainly easy on the eye

Who would ever have guessed that, beneath those unflattering cotton pyjamas and the tailored trousers she had worn today, Elizabeth Brown had the htly tanned, they were slender and shapely, the ankles appearing delicate above the two-inch heels of the strappy dark blue sandals she wore

Dr Elizabeth Broasn’t just beautiful; she was hot!

‘No red wine for er in the deep blue of her eyes as she walked further into the rooaze and didn’t appreciate it

Well, that was just too bad If she didn’t want anyone to look—didn’t want Rogan to look—then she should have stayed in the safe businesslike black trousers and blouse!

Rogan looked amused ‘Is that because you would prefer white wine, or would you like so else instead?’

‘No, thank you I don’t drink alcohol,’ Elizabeth answered abruptly as she sat down in one of the armchairs ‘At all,’ she added, just so that there should be no more confusion

‘Good for you,’ he drawled, before aze narrow and enigmatic ‘Do you smoke?’

‘No’

‘Take drugs?’

Her mouth thinned in distaste ‘Certainly not!’

‘Sleep with married men?’

Her gaze narrowed ian—’

‘Just kidding!’ He grinned, even as he held up his hand in apology ‘So, you’re a woman without vices…’

It was a statement rather than a question, and Elizabeth didn’t bother to answer How could she when this afternoon she had literally melted in this man’s arms?

‘How about you, Rogan? Obviously you drink alcohol’

‘In lass in a silent toast to her before taking a sip of the ruby-red wine

‘Smoke?’

‘Not for years’

‘Take drugs?’

‘Never,’ he answered, as flatly as she had earlier

Elizabeth raised auburn brows ‘Sleep with married women?’

‘Again, never,’ he stated

Her mouth twisted humourlessly ‘How about unmarried women?’

‘I’m thirty-three years old, Elizabeth; what do you think?’ he taunted with a hard grin

Elizabeth thought she should never have joined in this ridiculous conversation! ‘I think, as you pointed out earlier—’ oh-so-succinctly! ‘—that it’s none of my business!’

Rogan’s grin widened, his teeth very white and even against that bronzed skin ‘My guess is you didn’t mean to ask that last question’

No, she hadn’t Of course Rogan Sullivan slept with unh ‘slept with’ was probably a complete misnomer for what he did when he was in bed with a woman!

Elizabeth wasn’t happy about the way his dark gaze followed the movement as she nervously crossed one bare knee over the other…

She instantly uncrossed theh to dinner?’

‘You seeaze with steady intensity

Her eyes widened ‘I’m not in the least tense’

‘No?’

‘No!’ Elizabeth denied vehe that her tone, and the way she stood up so suddenly, instantly gave the lie to her claim

What was it about this e? So totally removed from her normally composed and efficient self? Whatever it was, she had better put a stop to it