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bit more exciting.”
    He stood up from behind his desk, blocking her path as she turned to pace by him. She drew up short so their bodies didn’t touch. But Nigel wanted to feel her against him.
    He put one hand on her hip and she crossed her arms over her chest. All the animation and teasing that had been part of her just a minute earlier was gone now. Completely shut down as if a switch had been thrown.
    “What’s up?”
    She shook her head.
    He removed his hand from her waist and she shuddered. There was more here than met the eye. More to this than he was seeing, and for a quick affair—and that was really all he could have with a woman like Justine—he didn’t need to plumb her psyche. He just needed to figure out if the lust he felt was one-sided.
    But he wasn’t a cad. Wasn’t the kind of man who thought only of his own needs.
    “Should I apologize?” he asked as she continued to stand there with her arms crossed over her chest.
    She shook her head again.
    “No. It’s just…I don’t like to be touched.”
    “Is it a bodyguard thing?”
    “What?”
    “You know, your instincts are honed to a trigger point.”
    She arched an eyebrow at him. “Are you making fun of me?”
    “Never. I was trying…trying to tease a smile back on your lips.”
    “Why?”
    “I like your smile.”
    “You do?”
    “Yes.”
    “Why?”
    He shook his head this time. “You mustn’t get many compliments.”
    She shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t trust them.”
    “Why not?”
    “What’s with you and all the questions?”
    “I’m a CEO. I thrive on information.”
    “So do bodyguards,” she said.
    The teasing note was back in her voice, and he felt a little thrill of victory at having done that. “Why are you a bodyguard?”
    “Well, to be honest, I’m usually more of a weapons expert and marksman. For most assignments we take on, Charity functions as the bodyguard.”
    “Why is that?”
    “She’s tall and gorgeous, just the sort of person that makes most assailants think they don’t have a thing to worry about.”
    “And you’re not.”
    She gestured to her short frame. “Height is one thing I’ve never needed.”
    “No?”
    “No,” she said. “I learned early on that if I don’t quit, I can take anyone.”
    “Can you take me?”
    “Easily,” she said.
    He took two steps toward her. The plane rocked and bucked, and all the playfulness she’d had a second ago disappeared as she used her body to take him down to the floor, and braced both of their bodies.
     
    When the plane leveled itself, she knew it had to be turbulence and not an engine malfunction, or any other danger. But her heart was racing, and it had nothing at all to do with the security of Nigel Carter or his daughter.
    Justine closed her eyes, but that just made everything…better. All of her other senses came to life. The feel of his hard body under hers, the scent of his spicy aftershave, the sound of each exhalation of his minty breath against her cheek.
    She opened her eyes as Nigel’s hands settled low on her waist. This time it wasn’t different. His hand was in the exact same spot that had worried her when they’d been standing toe-to-toe. But now it didn’t bother her. She was on top of him.
    She shifted her weight, letting her legs slide off his hips so she was braced above him. He looked up, his green eyes watching her. His hold on her was loose and not threatening at all. She wanted to stay there.
    His eyes slid lower, his gaze moving over her face and lingering on her lips. They felt dry and she licked them.
    He moaned and leaned up, his own tongue tracing the same path hers had just taken. She let her own tongue touch his and he breathed into her mouth. The taste of him was delicious. He slid one of his hands up her back to her neck, cupping her head as his mouth took hers, his lips rubbing against hers as his tongue teased hers.
    The touch was featherlight, and though she was the one in the position of power, he was