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by with the efficiency of a Terminator. It took but a split second for him to find her … and smile.
    Oh no!
    Without any warning to his entourage, the newcomer abandoned them and strode towards her. Jess had the ridiculous urge to shoot to her feet.
    God damn it, he’s not a king or anything! I haven’t even decided whether he’s Dream Lover or not yet.
    Sitting tight, she offered him a friendly smile. He had stopped and given her a lift, after all. ‘Hello, Mr McKenna,’ she said quickly, getting in there first, amazed that she suddenly felt both super-confident and quivery as a jelly inside. He was definitely having Dream Lover effects on her.
    His gaze flicked to her nameplate. ‘Hello, Ms J. Lockhart. Have you dried out yet?’
    ‘Yes, thank you.’
    His brow puckered as he took in her still damp hair, and then, as he peered around the edge of her desk, her wet-hemmed skirt and her sodden shoes.
    ‘Fibber,’ he said in a low voice, possibly audible only to her as he leant closer. Jess gripped the edge of her desk to steady herself, made woozy by a sudden waft of his intoxicating male fragrance. It seemed stronger now than it had been in the car.
    Who the hell were you intending to impress that you needed to top up your cologne?
    His Mediterranean eyes, and the way they flashed, supplied the answer.
    I’ve told you before! Don’t be idiotic, Jess, you’re nothing to him.
    But against all reason, that was wrong. The way he looked at her said she
was
something to him. Something she couldn’t completely believe. She could almost imagine she was
his
Dream Lover.
    He didn’t say more, but his intent expression, and the little quirk of his firm, rosy, biteable lips said their conversation was merely postponed, not over. With a wink, he turned from her, his sharp eyes focusing elsewhere, this time on a step stool against the filing wall, close to her desk. Swooping down, he drew it out, and then leapt lightly up onto it, just a yard or so from where Jess was sitting.
    ‘Right, everyone. I guess you know who I am, and if you don’t, I’m Ellis P. McKenna and three weeks ago I took Windsor Insurance into the UK portfolio of the McKenna Group.’ He beamed around at everybody. Jess didn’t know what the men in the section were making of this, but she could feel a cresting wave of fluttering female excitement building in the room.
Stop showing off
, she wanted to say to him, even though every part of her subconscious and most of her conscious mind loved his display. His body was lithe, but strong-looking, and its proximity was like having some kind of sweet, heady alcoholic syrup bubbling inside her. He was inducing all the reactions that her fantasies managed to trigger, but which never occurred outside of them. Against her will, she found herself zeroing in on his waist … his linen clad thighs … his crotch … Wondering and wondering.
    Desiring … At last. An actual living, breathing man. It was just like in the car. She was experiencing real female lust for a male who wasn’t simply a figment of her imagination. All her adult life she’d wanted this to happen, and she’d believed she was weird and a freak because it hadn’t. She’d never experienced the siren call. Never want to give …
    Blinking, she realised he was speaking again. But there had been a pause. A pause where he’d looked back into her eyes, and, yes, watched the birth of her physical attraction to him. Had he sensed its unusualness?
    ‘What I just wanted to assure you all was that there won’t be any redundancies or any cuts in salaries. Well, not at this level.’ He winked again, to all the deskbound assembly in general. ‘I haven’t decided about this lot yet though.’ He made an elegant sweeping gesture to the suits in his retinue, then beamed again, obviously highly amused by their discomfiture.
    ‘Well, that’s it really. I’m not one for speechifying. I just didn’t want anyone to worry.’ He leapt down from his