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She hadn’ton the last line but with the i her back and the taste of hi at so other than what seemed like acres of taut, tanned bare flesh

Surely noould show so? He was ht now

‘Of course, your office! Polly, bonjour I am charmed to meet you’

What? He knew her name? She took an instinctive step backwards as he slid off the chaise, as graceful as a panther, and took a step towards her, hand held out

‘Who are you and what are you doing here?’ She stepped back a little further, one hand groping for the phone ready to call for help

‘I a as if the whole situation were nothing but a huge joke ‘I fell asleep here, last night, and was confused when you woke hed at her, shalass of water I am Gabriel Beaufils, your new vice CEO My friends call me Gabe I hope you will too’

No, that was no better, she was still looking at hily, Gabe thought ruefully What had he been thinking?

He hadn’t He’d been drea, stuck in that hazy world between sleep and wakefulness when he’d felt a warm hand on his shoulder followed by the chill shock of the water and, confused, had thought it sohteen-hour days,sure he was fully and firmly ensconced at Rafferty’s before the formidable Polly Rafferty returned, he wasn’t as switched on as he should be

Well, his wake-up call had been brutal It was bad enough from Polly’s point of view that he had been catapulted in without her say-so or knowledge—and a wake-up kiss probably wasn’t the wisest way to round, and fast

He s charm into the smile as he could

There was no answering smile, not even in her darkly shadowed eyes The bruised circles were the only hint of tiredness even though she old hair isted up into a neat knot and her suit looked freshly laundered Yet for all the business-style ar oddly vulnerable in the blue eyes, the determined set of her almost too-slender frame

‘Gabriel Beaufils?’ There was a hint of recognition in her voice ‘You orking for Desmoulins?’