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in white towels, while a few more were posed in one corner of the room. In between the two groupings stood a photographer, camera in front of his face as he issued instructions and click, click, clicked.
    â€˜Hey, Seth, glad you could make it.’ Dion had recently stepped in as CEO for the stadium. He was another property-development addict, and his new diversion was perfect timing as far as Seth was concerned—now for more than one reason.
    â€˜Yeah, thanks.’ Seth smiled, exceptionally glad he’d come here today. ‘What’s going on?’
    But Dion was staring at him with a curious expression. ‘What did you do to your jacket?’
    Startled, Seth glanced down and saw streaks of something all over his lapels. He frowned, put his fingers to a spot and felt the slick dampness. Then he remembered— Green-Eyed Girl had grabbed his jacket as she’d snapped back at him. She’d held on to it tight. Now he knew why. She’d had some kind of slime on her hands and she’d wiped it all over him. The devious creature. He laughed, tickled and no less turned on. ‘Oh, I don’t know.’
    He took it off—happy to—given he was still hotter than hot.
    Dion still looked curious but Seth just jerked his head towards the team. ‘What’s going on?’
    â€˜Last couple of shots for the annual calendar shoot.’
    â€˜Really?’ Seth grinned at the poor bastards. Most stood with their arms folded across their gleaming bare chests. His eyes narrowed. ‘What have they put on you?’ he asked the nearest one.
    â€˜Baby oil.’
    A few started laughing again and smacking their chests like cavemen. ‘Oh, she got us good.’
    â€˜I can still feel the sting of her palm,’ one complained, rubbing his hand up by his shoulder. ‘She’s a sadist.’ He rolled his eyes heavenward. ‘But it was worth it.’
    â€˜Who got you good?’ Seth tried to ask casually.
    â€˜Lena.’
    Cue more smirks and body-slapping.
    Lena . Oh, hell. Wasn’t Lena the name of the woman Dion had told him about? The woman who had the power to save him from next week’s nightmare so long as he could convince her to help him? The one he needed ?
    Hell, yes. Only, now he didn’t want her to agree to his last-minute project plan, he wanted her to say yes to something else altogether. Seth gritted his teeth as a surge of testosterone rippled through his muscles—all masculine hunger and sexual curiosity. His curiosity was so rabid hewas unable to resist asking exactly what they’d been up to with the luscious Lena. ‘What did you do?’
    â€˜Asked her to rub the oil on,’ one said with a shameless grin. ‘Thought she’d refuse all haughtylike, but she didn’t. She slapped it on all of us. And I mean slapped. ’
    The entire team erupted.
    â€˜Perfect!’ the photographer shrieked, spinning, his finger holding down the shutter button as he caught them all. ‘Keep talking.’
    â€˜You should have seen the look on her face.’
    Oh, Seth had. ‘Did she laugh?’ He was still hearing that laugh; it had drawn him to her the way a magnet drew an iron filing. He’d been powerless to resist her pull.
    â€˜Nah, you never see that, she always holds it together. Cooler than a chilly bin.’
    Uh, Seth didn’t think so. He glanced down at the jacket in his hands, retrieved the few things he had in the pocket and dumped it in the rubbish. No getting oil stains out of that. He turned back, unable to resist asking more—to be sure it was her. ‘She wouldn’t be wearing a blue dress, would she? About this tall?’ He gestured just above his shoulder. ‘Dark hair, creamy skin, green eyes and curv—’
    He broke off, recognising a little late that they’d all gone quiet and that he’d been about to get a little too detailed….
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