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care enough about.
    ‘Are you okay?’ He frowned. Looked puzzled. Probably not as completely bedazzled and befuddled as she was, but somehow, amazingly, affected by the moment. ‘Do you have towels in there?’
    ‘What?’
    ‘Towels. For drying yourself.’
    ‘Er … No, not really, it’s mostly hand-dryers.’ Now there was a point.
    He leant forward, popped open the glove compartment, and fished out a box of man-size tissues, as yet unopened. ‘Take those. They’ll be better than nothing. Your boss should provide better facilities for his staff than just hand-dryers. Especially in this soggy climate.’
    ‘Oh, I couldn’t …’ Easy for him to be Lord Bountiful. Nobody would get soaked to the skin by dank northern weather on his tropical-somewhere hideaway or any other parts of a billionaire’s exalted world.
    ‘Oh, go on. It’s just a box of tissues.’ He reached over, unzipped the top of her tote bag and shoved in the box of tissues. ‘Now, off you go. You’ll be late, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?’
    ‘No, we wouldn’t,’ she shot back at him, glad to have retrieved her backbone from somewhere. He’d given her a very brief lift – and the weirdest jolt of pleasure – but he wasn’t the boss of her … even if he was.
    ‘Thanks again,’ she cried, opening the passenger door and shooting out before things could get any weirder.
    Soft laughter rang in her ears long after she’d entered the building, echoing as if imprinted on her brain.

2
    Portrait of a young woman as drowned rat. I wouldn’t want to draw that!
    Jess could still see her face in the ladies’ room mirror. Her makeup had mostly gone to hell, as had her hairstyle, leaving her looking generally gobsmacked and waterlogged.
    And the man who’d given her an almighty shaking up for a variety of reasons had seen that impressive look, and obviously found her a rich source of amusement.
    Arrogant bastard! In your world there’ll always be a nice dry car to take you where you want to go! No slumming it in the rain like us plebs …
    Now though, at her desk, an hour later, she felt warmer, better, and at least slightly dryer. His big box of tissues had helped with the blotting, and she’d set it beside her computer, like a talisman. She entertained silly, subversive thoughts about hanging on to it when it was empty, as a keepsake of their ‘moment’.
    Or at least
your
moment, Jess. Ridiculously bad timing. Couldn’t have been worse.
    Silly mare
, she chided herself, yet, even as she went through routine tasks, she tried to reclaim the sensations.
    Heat, even though she was shivering. Heart racing. The deep, slow, honeyed surge, low in her belly. Astounding … alarming … wonderful! Everything she could induce in her fantasies, yet never feel here in the real, living world!
    Unfortunately, though, the man who’d induced those feelings would never know it. Hell, he’d probably completely forgotten her even before she’d reached the door to the building, even though the smell of his gorgeously spicy cologne was still powerful and exotic in her brain.
    Those blue-green eyes. That sunny smile. They were still with her too. And she kept seeing his strong, lightly tanned hands, so relaxed yet sure on the steering wheel … and in everything they did, probably. Could this man be the full-on placeholder for Dream Lover? A face she could picture in her fantasies? An avatar to make do with until somebody real came along? If they ever did …
    Banishing that grim thought, she felt her fingers itch to start doodling, and after a sly look around, she succumbed, pretending to jot notes on her pad, yet in reality pencilling the curve of that smiling mouth, that sexily stubbled jawline. Just elements. She daren’t get absorbed in a full face sketch or she’d get no work done and somebody would notice. Not a good strategy at the best of times, but doubly unwise today. Everybody was supposed to look super-efficient, and wholeheartedly