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She pushed through the door, found it eainst its solid barrier with a heartfelt sigh Tonight her ht just have cost her this job

She stepped to the vanity counter and turned on the tap, dabbing her neck with cold water Thankless or not, she needed this work Why couldn’t she control her tongue? And why did the man-to-die-for have to be her evil landlord?

The door swung open with a whoosh, pushed wide by a very tanned, very fired in her chest Then she steeled herself to rim reflection in the mirror

Instead of feeling threatened, she felt…anticipation It buzzed through her body, turning her legs to liquid and drawing her nipples into tight points of sensation Damn him, she didn’t want to feel as if she were poised and breathless on the edge of a lava pit She wanted to get herself together, and how could she do that when he’d invaded the only place she’d thought safe?

She turned so that she could ers on the counter top at her sides for support Except he had a good fourteen inches on her Struggling to keep the nerves froaze ‘I think youturn somewhere’

‘Not o satin over hot coals, and his voice was silky smooth when he advised, ‘You really shouldn’t bad-mouth the people who help contribute to your pay at the end of the evening’

Hoas it that even though his eyes reed to conjure a shith of her body as if he’d swept a hand from ankle to clavicle and every place in between?

She shook her head ‘I tell the truth, Mr Black Unfortunately the truth often gets me in trouble…’

When his gaze finally released her he scanned the room ‘And how do you know my name?’

She arched a brow ‘I’d suggest most of the women at this function know your name by now’

His eyes narrowed The door swung closed behind hi the two of thene reached her nostrils in the draught he’d created Without thought she breathed deep, inhaling its fragrance: snowflakes on cedar-wood As if by some force she didn’t know she had, it seemed to draw him closer It seemed to draw the walls in, suck the air away, until he was standing so close she could feel his body heat through the fine-textured weave of his shirt