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tightly covered to the neck, which might have disappointed him, had her ample breasts not been struggling to break free—
    “Jason...”
    “What?” He frowned down at her, noting the swell of her lips, and the way her eyes darkened when they met his stare.  
    “Before you get angry,” she began, “I know you don’t like Christmas—”
    “Before I get angry?” he queried incredulously. “Do you know what you’ve done?” His voice was so harsh the whole room went still, and he had to wait until everyone lost interest and the noise rose again. “Do you think these people are ever going to leave with this amount of food and booze on offer?”  
    “You can never have too much food,” she said. “And as for my punch...” She smiled. “I’ve got you to thank for rescuing the oranges.”
    “Thank you so much for reminding me.”
    “Don’t mention it. Can I get you some punch?”
    “No.”
    “I am really sorry if we disturbed your quiet time.”
    “Disturbed it? You destroyed it.”  
    “So, you hate noise, parties, and Christmas most of all.”
    “Which you have chosen to ignore.”  
    They were standing very close, and as she pulled a face of mock-regret, the impulse to drag her into his arms and kiss her into submission was overwhelming. Every other woman would do her utmost to please him, but Ms. Black seemed to delight in doing the opposite.  
    And he loved a challenge.
    “Won’t you stay on for just a little while?” she wheedled.  
    “I’m here to stop this,” he reminded her, staring deep into her luminous eyes.
    “But now you’re here...” She pulled the wide-eyed look again.  
    He was tempted to stay. She tempted him.  
    And then she pulled a comic face and the more she played him, the more he wanted to be played. She was feisty and funny, and the only Christmas present he could ever imagine wanting was the fragrant Ms. Black in his bed.
    “Just five minutes? Ten?” she persisted.
    “You’re supposed to come down from five, not up.”  
    She frowned up at him. “Don’t you ever switch off from business?”
    She saw something different in his eyes and blushed.
    It didn’t hold her down for long. “Everyone here, including me, would have been alone for Christmas, if we hadn’t done this—”  
    “If you hadn’t done this,” he corrected her.
    Undaunted, she pointed out, “You would have been on your own.”  
    “Yes. The way I like it.”
    Ignoring this, she gestured around. “Look how everyone’s talking to each other. This is such a great chance for you to introduce yourself as our landlord—make yourself accessible?” she suggested with a smile.
    “I can’t think of anything I’d like more.”
    “Oh, don’t look like that.”  
    “Ms. Black, I don’t think you have the slightest idea of business on my scale.”
    “What scale is that, Mr. Kent? Richter or bathroom?”  
    He ground his jaw. He was getting nowhere fast.
    “Agreed,” she went on, “I don’t know anything about a multi-national business like yours, but I do know people, and I’m starting to know the people in this block, and I say this is a great opportunity for you to get to know them too. You can reassure them that the change of ownership won’t affect their lives. If you decide to waste this opportunity, I can’t stop you—”  
    “How have you turned this around?”
    “What?”
    “Never mind.” As their eyes met, his stern, hers alive with rebellion and fun, his groin tightened. She would not take him seriously—which made him like her all the more.  
    “So, you’ll stay,” she said.
    “For a while,” he agreed. She was in his sights now.
    “Who knows? You might even like it, if you stay.”
    “You think?”
    “I have every confidence in you, Mr. Kent. Go to it—go meet your people.”
    “You are pushing me, Ms. Black.”
    “Am I, Mr. Kent?” Totally unperturbed, she started introducing him around.  
    She’d hit him in his Achilles heel. Nothing meant