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very, very bad idea, he warned firmly even as his fascinated gaze remained fixed on those moist and parted lips.
    A taste. He just wanted a taste of those sexy red lips—
    Hell, no!
    He was trying to transact a business deal with this woman, and he made a point of never mixing business with pleasure. And Jonas had no doubts it would have been very pleasurable to touch and taste those full and pouting lips with his own…
    His expression was deliberately taunting as he looked down at her. ‘In that dress you look like a woman who’s ready for hot and wild sex.’
    Mac’s eyes widened as she gasped at the insult. ‘I’ll wear what I damn well please!’
    That blue gaze moved deliberately down to the split in the side of her dress that revealed the long, bare length of her silky thigh. ‘Obviously.’
    â€˜You’re no better than the idiot whose attentions youjust appeared to save me from,’ she accused furiously as she pulled his jacket from about her shoulders and almost threw it back at him before turning on her heel and marching back into the gallery without so much as a second glance.
    Rude. Obnoxious. Insulting. Rat!

CHAPTER THREE
    â€˜I DON’T give a damn whether Mr Buchanan is busy or not,’ an angry voice—that unfortunately Jonas recognised only too well!—snapped in the outer office of his London headquarters at nine-thirty on Monday morning. ‘No, I have no intention of making an appointment. I want to talk to him now !’ The door between the two rooms was flung open as Mac burst into Jonas’s office.
    Jonas barely had time to register her appearance, in a fitted black jumper and faded hipster blue denims, her hair a silken ebony curtain over her shoulders and down the length of her spine, before she marched over to stand in front of his desk, her cheeks flushed and eyes fever bright as she glared across at him.
    She looked like a feral cat—and just as ready to spit and claw!
    Jonas tilted his head sideways in order to look over at his secretary as she stood hesitantly in the doorway. ‘There’s no need to call Security, Mandy,’ he drawled. ‘I’m sure Miss McGuire won’t be staying long…’ He looked up enquiringly at Mac as he added that last statement.
    Her eyes narrowed menacingly and she seemed to literally breathe fire at him. ‘Long enough to tell youexactly what I think of you and your strong-arm tactics, at least!’ she snarled.
    â€˜Thanks, Mandy,’ Jonas dismissed his secretary, waiting until she had quietly left the room before looking back at Mac. ‘You appear to be a little…distraught, this morning?’
    â€˜Distraught!’ she echoed incredulously. ‘I’m furious !’
    Jonas could clearly see that. He just had no idea why that was.
    Thankfully Amy had been ready to leave the gallery on Saturday evening when Jonas returned, allowing no opportunity for him and Mac to engage in any more arguments. Or to tempt Jonas into wanting to kiss her…
    In the thirty-six hours since Jonas had last seen Mac, he had managed to convince himself that temptation had been an aberration on his part, a purely male reaction to the fact that she had looked as sexy as hell in that red silk dress.
    Except that he now found himself facing the same temptation!
    Mac wasn’t wearing any make-up today, and her hair was windblown, her clothes casual in the extreme—and yet he still found his gaze drawn again and again to the fullness of her tempting lips.
    Jonas’s fingers tightened about the pen he was holding. ‘Perhaps you would care to tell me why you’re so furious?’ he asked harshly. ‘And what it has to do with me,’ he added.
    â€˜Oh, don’t worry, I’m going to tell you exactly why,’ Mac promised. ‘And you know damn well what it has to do with you!’ she said accusingly.
    Jonas raised his palms. ‘I really