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don’t know who he is.’
    Hot guy? Probably a model, Lexi thought dismissively.
    ‘His mother is supposed to be collecting him tonight,’ Lexi said. But she wouldn’t be surprised if the flaky Amanda Weston had forgotten. The woman didn’t seem to care about her son and ever since her mother, Ty’s grandmother and main carer, had passed away two weeks ago, Amanda had become even worse. ‘What’s his name?’
    ‘Didn’t say.’ Tina waggled her eyebrows. ‘But I think he might be a movie star.’
    Lexi laughed at Tina’s stage whisper.
    ‘I’ll be sure to get his autograph for you,’ she whispered back.
    ‘Forget the autograph. Just let him know I’m single.’
    ‘How do you know
he
is?’ Lexi countered.
    Tina raised her left hand. ‘No rings.’
    ‘Maybe I should go,’ Aimee interrupted gravely. ‘This sounds serious.’
    Lexi rolled her eyes and swiped her hands down her grubby peasant skirt. ‘Yeah, I’m sure Todd would
love
that! Watch Ty for me, can you? He’s been a bit fragile lately.’
    She stepped inside the softly lit main room and noticed the outline of a tall, broad-shouldered man just visible through the window into her office. A sense of trepidation settled in her stomach at the very stillness he seemed to project through the glass.
    Telling herself not to be dramatic, Lexi straightened her shoulders and opened the door to her office, stopping short when possibly the most divine-looking man she had ever seen turned to face her.
    Hot guy?
    The man was scorching. Tall and leanly muscled in a beautifully cut grey suit and black open-necked shirt. He had a chiselled jaw sporting a five o’clock shadow, heart-stopping blue eyes framed by jet-black lashes, close-cropped dirtyblond hair and enough sexual confidence to make a courtesan blush.
    Various film star names ran through her head but none of them seemed to match. No star she could recall had that air of controlled menace about them. Not that she’d met that many … or any, in fact. Her gaze rose back up over his superb physique and her breath stalled somewhere between her throat and her lungs as their eyes met. His gaze was that of a predatory animal sizing up its prey. Or maybe an army general contemplating war. Whoever he was, he was no ordinary movie star.
    Lexi curved suddenly dry lips into a professional smile and ignored the way her stomach seemed to have bottomed out. ‘Good afternoon. My name is Lexi Somers. How may I help you?’
    Those dangerous blue eyes raked her from head to toe and made the strange feeling in the pit of her stomach slide lower.
    ‘I’m here to collect Ty Weston.’ His voice was dark, accented. Russian? Something East European anyway. Which explained the slashing cheekbones and strong jaw. Against her better judgement, she looked into his eyes again and was surprised not just because of her unexpected physical reaction, but because he also seemed familiar.
    She had seen him before.
    No. She shook her head and then masked the unconscious movement by stepping past him to the relative safety of the other side of her oak desk. She would definitely remember him if she’d seen him before.
And
his smell. Clean, citrusy with a hint of wood. She would
definitely
have remembered
that
.
    Lexi thought about sitting down, but immediately discounted the idea. Even in her three-inch heels he towered over her and instinct warned her not to concede one of those inches to him or he’d steamroll right over top of her. She’d been cursing the shoes all day, having dressed formally forher meeting at the bank this morning and only realising she’d left her comfortable flats at home when she’d changed out of her business suit. Now she was glad for the extra height.
    ‘And you are?’ She kept her voice courteous, calling on years of defusing difficult situations in an attempt to lighten the tension in the room.
    ‘Here to collect Ty Weston.’ He looked down his slightly crooked nose at her and Lexi felt the first