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her lips, she closed her eyes in horror. This crazy, sexy-looking woman
wasn’t her. She looked out of control and fairly unhinged.
    Ally ran the tap and flicked some cold water onto her cheeks,
patting them dry with a paper towel, taking long deep breaths to get her
heart-rate to slow down. She didn’t do crazy and she didn’t do unhinged and she
didn’t put herself into situations that could get complicated...
    And she never mixed business with pleasure. Ever. Or she wouldn’t if she allowed herself to have a
social life.
    She’d never felt so attracted to a man. He set her libido
alight with his masculinity and his hottie factor, and she could dismiss that a
lot more easily if she wasn’t so mentally attracted to him. She liked the fact
that he was an alpha male—smart, decisive, mentally strong. He was a lot like
her brothers and it annoyed her—scared her, kicked her off-balance—to realise
that he would be the type of man she’d look for in the future, if or when she
got her act together.
    Well, this wasn’t the right time, and she wasn’t ready for a
relationship.
    But Ross isn’t about a
relationship , her lady bits protested. He is pure
lust...biology at its most basic form. He would be about pleasure and relief
and hot, raw sex...we could do with a whole bunch of that!
    Ally gripped the edges of a basin and dropped her head. Even if
she threw every caution she had to the wind—and she had a truckload—she might
still have to work with him. Because, despite his current opinion, Win! was a perfect match to their new line, and it was her
job to convince him of that. She was good at her job and she rarely failed. So
when Ross became the new face of Bellechier it would be rather awkward to work
with him and keep a ‘pretend you haven’t licked me from top to toe’ expression
on her face.
    Because she just knew that he would lick her from top to toe. And back up again...lingering in certain places...
Ally squirmed against her damp panties and scrunched up her face. Damp
panties...? This man was more lethal than she’d thought.
    Get a freaking grip, Jones! She was
not going to ‘do’ Ross in any shape or form. That was just crazy and it was time
she pulled herself together. She’d wobbled a little bit, had a strange physical
reaction to him, but now it was time to be sensible and...professional, dammit.
Cool. Controlled.
    All the things she was so good at.
    Ally put her hand against her sternum and breathed. Long, deep
and slow. It was no substitute for hot, sweaty sex but it did bring her colour
down and whip her thoughts into line.
    If only it would work for the ‘do me now’ look in her
eyes...
    * * *
    Ross placed his forearms on the bar and looked at his
foot, resting on the gold rail of Ally’s chair. What was he doing? He should be
heading home. He still had hours of work ahead of him tonight. He had a full day
tomorrow and he was nuts even to consider prolonging this evening with a rather
lost beauty with dark rings under her eyes.
    He’d toss back his drink, pick up takeout on the way home, take
a cold shower and head into his home office.
    Those resolutions flew out of the room as he watched Ally walk
back towards him. She wore her hair down tonight and it was longer than he’d
expected, way past her shoulder blades and naturally wavy. She’d reapplied
lipstick in the bathroom and her bland corporate face was back—which was totally
at odds with that sexy, sexy dress. Pity... He rather liked the flashes of
wildness he occasionally glimpsed in those black-ringed navy blue eyes.
    She hadn’t noticed that he was watching her as she stopped
between two empty tables and twisted her neck. Ross swallowed as she gripped her
hands behind her back and pushed her chest out and... Hell, she wasn’t as
scrawny as he’d first thought. Her dress outlined her breasts and pulled across
her flat stomach, lifting the hem of that dress up another inch.
    In any other woman that stretch would have had