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in the cold, she had nothing to worry about, did she? ‘Genuine Blue Mountain coffee.’
    â€˜You make it hard to refuse,’ he admitted, slanting a smoky grey-green stare her way.
    Impossible, hopefully . Having tasted danger, she wanted more. ‘So?’ she pressed. Pulling out the house keys, she dangled them in front of him.
    â€˜I have to get back.’
    Of course he did. ‘Another time,’ she said brightly, swallowing down her disappointment. ‘You’ve done more than enough for me already. Goodness knows how far you’ve come out of your way.’
    â€˜Not far.’
    Tess would be furious with her; she didn’t even know his name. But she couldn’t hold him here while she cross-questioned him without inviting further humiliation. ‘It’s been good meeting you.’
    â€˜And you.’ He grinned.
    By the time she had lifted her hand to wave him off, he’d gone.

CHAPTER FOUR
    W HY did her house seem so quiet and empty, when it never had before?
    Because of the biker, Magenta concluded. With his larger than life personality, he didn’t even need to speak to command attention; he just had to be.
    Having changed her clothes, and kicked off her shoes with relief, she picked the mail up and headed for the kitchen. The phone stopped her dead. She picked it up.
    â€˜Magenta Steele?’ The voice was crisp, deep and very masculine. ‘Gray Quinn here.’
    Magenta’s heart rolled over. ‘Gray…’
    â€˜Most people call me Quinn.’ There was a hint of a smile in the voice, but not enough to reassure. ‘I’m in the office tying up some loose ends. I’d like to see you for a discussion on your position going forward with the company first thing tomorrow morning.’
    â€˜But my father said—’
    â€˜Your father doesn’t head up Steele Design now. I do. Nine o’clock okay with you?’
    â€˜Of course…’ A chill ran through her. Quinn might be a sexy charmer, according to office gossip, but she’d just encountered the Genghis Khan side of him.
    â€˜I’ll see you tomorrow, Magenta—nine o’clock sharp.’
    And it wasn’t a suggestion but an order, Magenta gathered as the line cut.
    Coffee was needed. The temptation to go straight back to the office to gauge the effect Quinn was having on everyone else was almost impossible to resist. She was worried about her colleagues and felt uncomfortable leaving them.
    Plus she had work she could do better at the office, she persuaded herself, and if she got through enough of it her team could have more time off for Christmas shopping. She would get Tess to ring her when the coast was clear.
    Now the decision was made, she was all fired up. Forget taking a subtle approach where Quinn was concerned; if she waited until he was bedded in, as her father had suggested, it might be too late to save her friends’ jobs. Abandoning the idea of coffee, she ran upstairs to take a shower and freshen up.
    Now new doubts set in. Even if Tess rung her when Quinn left the office, there was still the possibility he might return and find her there. The thought of meeting him filled Magenta with excitement, but it also filled her with the type of self-doubt that had always plagued her where men were concerned. She would need a lot more than a freshen-up before she ran into Quinn—a full-body overhaul was called for.
    Guided by the horribly honest mirrors in her bathroom, it soon became apparent that she was up against the clock in more ways than one. She would just have to make whatever repairs she could in the short time available.
    Collecting up the sixties products she had been hoarding to fuel her imagination for the campaign, she rested the plastic crate on top of the linen basket and started rummaging inside. A queen-sized razor; not a bad place to start.
    And what was this? Myriad sparkles of dewy fragrance will embrace your body in