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given me a light feeling and all was perfect. “Well, thank you very much.”
    “Not required.” He winked and set a gold credit card on the bill.
    Fuck. He winked at me.
    Was he flirting? Or was this just how Andre was? I didn’t know him well enough to judge it.
    We stepped outside and I slipped my light summer jacket on.
    Andre stuck out his hand and hailed a taxi.
    I was expecting to get in it alone but he dropped down next to me on the back seat.
    “I want to make sure you get home okay.” He shrugged. “Call me old fashioned.”
    “But, isn’t it out of your way?” I hesitated. “I mean, where do you live?”
    “Chelsea.”
    Of course he did. One of the most exclusive addresses in London. “Well in that case, it is out of your way because I live—.”
    “I know where you live, it was on your CV.”
    “Oh, yes.”
    “And I won’t rest easy unless I see you to your front door. It’s late and dark.”
    Wow, he was a charmer and a gentleman. Apart from being a workaholic, did he have any flaws? “In that case, thank you.” Protesting seemed feeble, and besides, I enjoyed his company.
    I fastened my seatbelt and sat back with a sigh.
    Andre gave the name of my road to the driver.
    “You okay?” he asked, resting back next to me as the car pulled away from the curb.
    “Yes, fine. A bit sleepy and a lot full.”
    He chuckled. “Nice way to end the evening.”
    No, what would be nice would be to have Andre naked and in my bed, his warm body against mine and his lips trailing down my neck, lower, lower and lower still. I would like to be full of him. Surrendered to him and pleasure.
    I supressed a shudder of desire and knotted my fingers together in my lap.
    I glanced at his face and bit on my bottom lip.
    He was staring straight at me, the headlights of the oncoming cars slipping over his features.
    For a moment, our gazes connected. I wondered if he could read my lusty thoughts. If he could see the image I’d conjured in my mind of us with our limbs tangled and his hands exploring my body, stroking my curves, slipping between my legs.
    “Stella…”
    “Yes?” I was breathing fast. What was he going to say?
    “I … I had a really lovely time this evening.”
    “Me too.” And was it really so weird if we got down and dirty? Boss and secretary relationships worked all the time … right? I could invite him up for coffee, no harm done, then we could see where it went.
    No, what was I thinking? Of course those relationships didn’t work. When it all went wrong it would be the end of my job and I had bills to pay. He’d be okay, he’d just call the agency to send another PA.
    But damn, the guy was cute, and his mouth only inches from mine. If I leaned forward a fraction I could kiss him, find out his flavor and the texture of his lips.
    He was looking at my mouth as though thinking the same thing.
    My heart thudded. It felt almost like a dream to be sitting so close to such a gorgeous man. Except it wasn’t a dream. It was real…
    Suddenly, a loud horn filled the taxi and the vehicle nose-dived to a halt.
    Andre was shunted forward in his seat.
    “Get out of the bloody way,” the driver yelled, waving his fist at a bus.
    “Whoops,” I said, pressing my hand to my chest.
    “That was a bit close for comfort.” Andre sat back and reached for his seatbelt.
    “Sorry about that folks. God only knows where they get these bloody drivers from,” the driver said over his shoulder.
    “No harm done,” Andre said. He turned to me. “You’re all right, aren’t you?”
    “Of course.” I tapped my seatbelt.
    “Good.”
    I was all right except for the fact he was no longer looking at me as though he wanted to kiss me. If I could have gotten away with it, I too, would have shaken my fist at the bus driver for interrupting our moment.
    Andre started to talk about a new project coming up with a famous sports company.
    I nodded and tried to pay attention, but the truth was I just enjoyed listening to