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CHAPTER ONE

MAGENTA yelped with alarround within inches of her feet ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?’ she exploded, frantically clutching the ar to spill from her arms

Taking off his helmet, the man shook out a mop of inky-black hair He was exactly the type of man you didn’t want to see when you’d had the day froe backwards: gorgeous, cool, and cohts

‘Well?’ Magenta demanded furiously ‘Do you always ride a motorcycle like a maniac?’

‘Always,’ he drawled

‘I should report you’

Eyes the colour of a storhed back at her

And she would report hienta determined, just as soon as she sorted out the flat on her car, along with a s

Such as her father deciding to retire and sell his shares to soues’ jobs froet back to her teaenta’s favourite era, the sixties

‘Do youto skirt around themachine ‘Some of us have work to do’

‘Is that why you’re leaving the office early?’

‘Since when arehours your concern?’

The biker shrugged

Magenta’s glance swept the car park Where was the security guard when you needed his she intended to finish over the weekend in her own tiuy, who looked like he spent his weekends in bed And not alone

‘You’re leaving me?’ he demanded as she made a move to continue on her way

‘So myself away’

What was he doing in the car park of Steele Design anyway? Was he a courier? ‘Do you have a package?’

His grin made her cheeks blaze red She had to watch her words in future, Magenta concluded They were about the sae—maybe he was a year or two older—but his eyes held infinitelyto deliver, this is private property and you should leave’