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climb over Taj Andrews’
sleeping frame. Although still asleep he was taking up every inch of space.
Georgina sighed and shifted in her chair. She hailed a passing air hostess.
    “Excuse me, is there another vacant seat
anywhere, I tend to walk about a lot on planes and…” she nodded at Taj Andrew’s
sleeping form.
    The airhostess smiled knowingly. “I’ll
just see what’s available,” she promised and sashayed down the aisle. Georgina
sighed again. What were the chances? She wriggled out of her seat and tried to
climb over the sleeping photographer.
    She had managed to get one leg over and
was straddling him when he suddenly woke up. Georgina stared, horrified, as he
opened his long lashes and focused on her. She wobbled and balanced herself by
putting a hand on his thigh. It was rock solid.
    “Sorry,” she said a little breathlessly.
If she removed her hand she’d fall forwards onto him, so she had no choice but
to keep gripping his leg. She flushed with embarrassment.
    “Don’t be,” he murmured disconcertingly
his eyes lowered to her skirt which was stretched to breaking point across his
knees. “I’m quite enjoying this.”
    Georgina sighed. The man was
incorrigible. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m trying desperately to get past you.
Now that you’re awake, would you mind leaning back a bit?”
    “Sure,” he did as she asked, but he
didn’t let it go. “If you’re having this much difficulty getting out of your
seat in that outfit, can you image how much fun you’re going to have climbing
on and off the research vessel and the landing boat?”
    She paused for a moment. Landing boat?
Yeah right. She wasn’t leaving the ship.  
    “Well unless I’m going to have to climb
over you in the process, I should manage just fine,” she replied haughtily.
    He shrugged and looked irritated, but
didn’t retort.
    Georgina went to the toilet and
freshened up. She was about to ask Taj Andrews to move so she could get passed
when the air hostess stopped her.
    “Miss, I asked the head steward and
there’s a vacant seat in the first class compartment if you’d prefer?” she told
Georgina. “We don’t usually do this, but it is a little crowded in here and I’m
sure Mr Andrews could do with the extra space,” she looked flirtatiously at
Taj. He didn’t seem to notice.
    “Why thank you, that would be
marvellous,” Georgina gushed, reaching across Taj for her bag and laptop. She
knew she was probably giving him an eyeful of cleavage, but she didn’t care.
    “You actually asked to be moved to first
class?” he asked her incredulously.
    “Yeah, you got a problem with that?” she
asked sweetly. He stared at her. She shrugged. “If you don’t ask, you don’t
get.”
    He rolled his eyes. “Oh man. This is
going to be one fun trip.”
    Georgina decided to ignore that last
comment and swished through the dividing curtains into first class. Much
better. At least now she could read about Taj in private, and later maybe even
get some sleep.

CHAPTER TWO
    Taj had
been getting ready in his hotel room for the welcome party in Santiago, when
his publicity agent phoned.
    “Phil, you’re just the guy I wanted to speak
to.”
    “Your journalist turned up then, I
suppose?” Phil said without preamble.
    “How’d you know?” Taj joked. “But
seriously man, I don’t know about this one. The girl’s going to take serious
strain out there.”
    “She’s a journalist, Taj, she can stay
on board and write articles. That’s her job.”
    Taj sighed. “I hear you Phil, but she
doesn’t know a penguin from a sea lion. It’s going to be hell.”
    Phil sounded amused. “That’s not your
problem. You just do your thing and give her a couple of interviews. That was
the deal. Oh, and try to be nice, won’t you? I don’t want to read a scathing
review. It’s not quite the image we were going for.”
    “I’ll try,” he sighed.
    “That’s my boy.”
    Taj made one last ditch attempt. “Are
you sure she