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A woly blonde

Every sense went on high alert In his time he’d seen—and sampled—many, many beautiful women But none like this He felt his stomach muscles clench, held his breath His eyes fastened on her And desire—hot, intense and instant—quickened

Fran watched the post-grad students go off to buy their chips and hoped they wouldn’t lose their shirts at the tables They were clearly in deht of the conference As for herself, she should head off, for she still had a poster session to give the following , before the plenary session, and it wouldn’t hurt to run through her presentation again

But as she turned back towards the barman to call for her bill a voice behind her spoke

‘No temptation to try your luck at the tables?’

It was a deep voice, with an Aravelled timbre that made her turn

And as she did so her eyes widened

Oh,

The silent exclamation, as instinctive as it was unstoppable, resonated in her consciousness

The man who stood there, his pose deceptively relaxed, was tall—easily topping her oy figure—with broad shoulders, lean hips and a muscled chest that looked as if it could take a punch without even noticing