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his hand, assailed him. He clenched his hands together in his lap, the temptation to grab a handful of her glorious red hair too intense. It would be deeply inappropriate. He’d never really taken in the colour of her hair before. Was she the same around her pussy, or did she shave? Wax? He wanted to rip her pants from her body so he could see, could answer his own questions. Instead, he sat on his hands, moving his eyes away from her sexually appealing hair. Nathan didn’t understand why it aroused him so much. Her complexion was smooth, her face pale and unmarked—the sunshine would be dangerous to her skin. Her nose was small, delicate, cute, her eyes a deep blue he remembered from all the times she’d looked at him with mocking laughter. Her lips were plump. How would they look stretched around his shaft and juicy with her saliva? Nathan OFFICE HOURS
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    couldn’t resist—he touched himself, the twitch of his cock against his pants protesting its tight confines. He grumbled, wanting to take himself in hand and rub himself to completion.
    The thought of her reaction if she woke up stopped him.
    Sexual harassment .
    Sexual harassment .
    Though her body was covered by the warm winter jacket, he knew how full and supple she was. Her legs were smooth and curvy, with the strength to wrap tightly around his waist as he drove into her. Even her toes were probably as sexy as hell. He groaned, slumping back against his seat, folding his arms over his chest, his face set in what he knew was a childish pout. He wanted his PA. No way! He wouldn’t allow her to dominate his thoughts.
    She was an overbearing tight-ass who had unattractive boobs.
    Definitely. He was being ridiculous.
    He shook his head, staring out of the lonely window at the slow-moving traffic.
    He jumped as Anya’s head connected with his lap, her body curling against his tense leg. She moaned softly in her sleep, her hand moving until it rested snugly against the inside of his thigh, inches away from his increasing length.
    This cannot be happening . Her womanly scent teased his nostrils. The desire to open a window to allow the fresh air to play on his face was almost too tempting, but a sudden concern for her health stopped him. He didn’t want her getting ill this weekend. Even if she had taunted him, she was still his PA, and a good one. He needed her. Nathan had been intrigued when he’d discovered the team-building weekend on the internet and had wanted to see if it would work and improve his working relationship with Anya. Of course he hadn’t read the small print—being on a course designed to strengthen romantic relationships might complicate things a little.
    Unconsciously, he began to stroke his hand through her hair, teasing his fingertips with the silkiness of the strands as they glided over his fingers. She must treat it with some special hair-care products—there was no way a woman could get her hair to be this silky naturally.
    Why the hell am I thinking about women’s hair-care products? Like I care? He tried to stop touching her, but he couldn’t help himself. He rested his head against the window, closing his eyes as he continued to run his hand through her hair.
    Her scent began to comfort him, shocking him with the effect she was having on his body and nerves.
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    What would this weekend bring?
    He knew they worked together wonderfully—she always knew when he needed her to make a phone call or to take notes, or when to arrange a business lunch. Though she refused to get his laundry and personal items for relationships. She wouldn’t organise dates for him.
    She would get his coffee, but only if she wanted one herself. She didn’t take any shit off him or anyone. If a client tried to get a grope, she would shut him down instantly, no teasing or tormenting, trying to find out what she could get out of the situation. Professional all the way, and because of that he had the deepest respect