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magnificent body in the flesh.
    Cue whole body flush.
    Tearing her eyes away, she sat on the lounger next to him, barely managing to control her limbs.
    He turned to look at her, a crooked smile playing about his lips as if he sensed her discomfort. ‘Help yourself to a drink.’ He gestured towards a jug of iced fruit juice and a couple of tumblers on a small table between them.
    She eyed it suspiciously. ‘I’m not thirsty, thanks.’ She didn’t entirely trust him. There was something odd about him suddenly wanting her company, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on why it felt so dangerous to be out here with him. She didn’t for a second think he would hurt her, but it was unnerving all the same.
    Dropping her notebook casually onto the table between them, she shuffled about on the lounger to try and get comfy. When she glanced up at him, he seemed to be sizing her up.
    She raised a questioning eyebrow at him, fighting the urge to look away from his evaluating stare.
    ‘You work a lot, right?’
    She sat up straighter, warming up for what she was sure was about to be some sort of scrap. ‘My job keeps me pretty busy.’
    ‘Thought so. You have that computer crouch people get when they work at a desk too much. The only time you set your shoulders back and push that magnificent rack at me is when you’re facing me down over something.’
    How was she supposed to respond to that little gem? By playing it cool.
    ‘I don’t suppose you come across many desks on your jaunts around the world.’
    He broke eye contact to pick up the jug of iced juice and pour himself a shot into one of the glasses. ‘You’d be surprised what I come across,’ he said, in that low, seductive voice of his.
    The hairs stood up on the back of her neck again and she snort-laughed in response, blood rushing straight to her face in embarrassment at the awful noise she’d made. Picking up the jug from where he’d set it down, she concentrated on pouring herself some juice to hide her humiliation. The ice clinked in her glass as she held it unsteadily in her hand, so she rested it on her knee instead.
    Connor lay back, linking his fingers together behind his head, a smile playing about his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing to her and he clearly loved seeing her squirm. Bastard.
    A minute went by before he spoke again. ‘What do you do that keeps you shackled to a desk?’
    ‘ Shackled? Interesting choice of word.’ She didn’t dare look him in the face in case he saw how much she was floundering.
    ‘The imagery pleases me.’
    He turned in the lounger to face her and her gaze was magnetically drawn to his toned torso. It was unnerving, being faced with a sight like that whilst trying to maintain a polite line of conversation.
    ‘You have a vivid imagination,’ she said.
    ‘It’s a prerequisite. I spend a lot of time alone.’
    She really needed to get the conversation back on safe ground. ‘We provide software solutions for marketing and research departments.’
    ‘That must be fascinating.’
    His tone was so dry she felt like dousing him with her ice-cold drink.
    ‘It took us three years to build the business to this point and we’re proud of what we’ve achieved.’
    ‘Good for you.’
    He totally didn’t mean a word of it.
    Ignore him, Josie, the guy’s a loser.
    Grabbing her notebook and pen from where she’d dropped them on the table, she turned deliberately away from him and began to make some notes, forcing his presence out of her mind.
    ‘What are you writing?’
    Apparently he didn’t like to be ignored. ‘I’m trying to reconstruct my tender document.’
    He frowned. ‘I thought you were supposed to be on holiday?’
    Josie shuffled uncomfortably on the lounger. ‘I am, but I’m making a head start for when I get back. I was doing pretty well until my laptop died.’ She gave him a pointed stare.
    Connor let out a snort. ‘I can’t believe you brought a laptop on holiday. No wonder you’re