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    There was a hint of something, something spicy but very faint, an echo of the delicious aura of shaving lotion that hung around him.
    Perhaps he
had
worn it before her? A heavy shudder rippled through her, dark and deep.
    Damn! I can’t lurk around in here, fiddling with his bathrobe. It might not even be his. What if old Jacobson has a dressing gown fetish and it’s
his,
not Ellis McKenna’s?
    Again, the surreal nature of the day hit her. How had this happened? It was all completely crazy, like a badly scripted film.
    And yet it was real, and there was a beautiful man who could have been the star of last night’s fantasy waiting for her out in the office, a man who could do things to her without even touching her. Without her even knowing anything about him other than his public persona in the broadest of terms.
    As she put her hand on the bathroom doorknob, she wished she knew more about him. The takeover of Windsor was a done deal, nothing any of the staff could do about it, so she’d not really taken much interest in Ellis McKenna. There’d been a rather small photo of him in the staff newsletter, and a lot of financial stuff, but she’d not really thought about the man himself. Now she wished she’d Googled him, found out more about him as a person rather than a business Leviathan. At least that way she’d have had a better arsenal at her disposal in order to deal with him. Facts. Mundane or otherwise, to ground her and stop her mind racing to those most dangerous places in his presence, the unknown country of bed and sex and pleasure.
    He rose as she entered the room, unfurling himself from the furthest sofa, elegant and sleek, sophisticated despite his crumpled, lived-in clothing and the fact, she now noticed, that he wasn’t even wearing any socks inside his casual canvas shoes.
    ‘There, that’s better,’ he said, advancing on her, hand outstretched. For a moment Jess wondered what he was doing, but then he took her damp skirt from her, and darted across the room to arrange it carefully across the radiator. The room was nice and warm now. Had Ellis been feeling the cold? His holiday clothing seemed to suggest he’d recently arrived from hotter climes.
    ‘Please, Jessica, sit down and relax,’ he urged, returning to her and slipping a confident arm around her shoulders as if they were old friends, old lovers; almost as if he’d eavesdropped on her fantasies. He guided her to one of the sofas, and then set her pulse racing all over again by flopping down beside her, rather than on the one opposite. ‘Hot chocolate?’ he asked, nodding to the tray at his side on one of the small tables.
    ‘Yes, please!’ The lovely cocoa smell made her stomach rumble. There’d been neither time nor appetite for breakfast this morning.
    ‘And cookies too, by the sound of that growling stomach?’ His grin was so impish, so boyish. Somehow it was hard to take umbrage at his high-handedness, or be awed by his status. He was clearly enjoying himself. Why shouldn’t she enjoy herself too?
    ‘Absolutely. I didn’t have time for breakfast this morning.’
    ‘Tut, tut, Jessica! That’s very unwise. Breakfast is important. Even if your hideous ogre of a new boss is visiting.’ He put one of the large white china cups into her hands, tucking a couple of biscuits onto the saucer. For the first time, she registered the narrow golden band on his ring finger. She’d seen it before, she realised, when ogling his strong, elegant hands, yet somehow skipped over it. He’d been just an unattainable man giving her a lift, his marital status not an issue when barely moments of interaction were involved.
    ‘In fact, especially when the big ogre boss is visiting,’ he continued, ‘you never know quite what you’ll need all your strength for.’ He gave her that wink again, so sly and naughty, a clear sexual challenge.
    Stay calm … stay calm … Men as hot as he is are natural flirts, even when they’re married.