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‘Do things where?’

Ah That was a little harder to answer

Quinn shook his head ‘If you want to get ahead you’ll have to toughen up, Magenta—unless you want to be stuck outside my door for ever’

‘I don’t want to be there anypool’

Quinn’s eyes narrowed ‘Don’t push enta’

‘Youwoman you ever met’

‘By far’

Now they were both s

Feeling Quinn’s heat shilanced at her atch ‘I’m not sure it’s sensible for ht’

‘You think you’re in danger?’

‘I think you could charm the pants off anyone’

‘What colour are they?’

‘What?’

‘Your pants If I’ to charm them off you, it would be useful to knohat colour they are’ Quinn’s lips curved wickedly

Magenta’s cheeks fired red, re her flimsy, flesh-coloured al and they’d be off

‘Why, Magenta Steele, I do believe you’re blushing again,’ Quinn murmured as he brushed a strand of hair back from her brow

‘It’s hot in this kitchen,’ she said stubbornly

‘Oh no,’ Quinn disagreed ‘I don’t think it’s that’

His ested weakly Pressing her hands on the surface in front of her, she forced herself to push away fro round the kitchen, she hurried to collect cups, coffee and spoons

‘Here, let me make it before you scald yourself’ Quinn covered her tre hands with his