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him walking out
through the door, because it was such an obvious move, but he could see from
Ally’s painfully scrunched face that she wasn’t even remotely concerned whether
he was watching or not. He could see pain flicker across her face as her
shoulders rose and then slumped, the way her eyes contracted when she rolled her
head on her shoulders.
    Then she glanced across to the bar, saw that he was watching
and immediately straightened her spine, giving him a long, cool look. So, Ms
Priss didn’t like anyone seeing her less than cool and controlled.
    ‘Problem?’ he asked when she slid back into her seat.
    ‘A muscle in my shoulder is on fire,’ Ally replied, wincing. ‘I
swung my suitcase off the luggage conveyor and felt the twinge. Crazy, since I’m
always picking up luggage.’
    I can massage it for you. Ross
opened his mouth to say the words and closed it again. And
after I rub you into a gooey mess I’d like to sleep with you.
    Ross sighed. She’d never accept—not in a hundred years. Smart,
uptight women didn’t do that. Especially after five minutes of conversation.
    She was uptight and she didn’t look like an idiot. In fact she
had the most intelligent glint in those amazing eyes. And smart, uptight girls
rarely said yes to casual sex.
    He thought that was tragic.
    Ross decided that it would be a very good idea to get his mind
out of the bedroom and back onto the purpose of this evening.
    ‘So, tell me what you and Luc are thinking about with Win! and
Bellechier.’
    Ally looked at her new glass of wine and sighed. ‘It’s getting
late... Have you eaten? My treat.’ She flashed a smile. ‘You might be more
receptive to my suggestions on a full stomach.’
    ‘Nice try.’ But maybe dinner wasn’t such a bad idea. Ross
shrugged his agreement. ‘Do you want to eat here or on the terrace?’
    ‘I love the view of Table Mountain from the terrace, and I
could do with some fresh air,’ Ally replied, immediately slipping off her stool.
‘That sounds great.’
    Ross dropped his car key into the back pocket of his jeans
behind his wallet and picked up both their drinks as Ally walked ahead of him. Nice view , he thought. Curvy ass and long shapely legs.
    He could easily imagine his hands holding that sexy butt as her
legs encircled his hips...
    Down boy , he told himself. Do try not to totally embarrass yourself.
    * * *
    ‘So what do you think?’ Ally asked, leaning across her
plate as she waited for his response to her succinct top line explanation of why
she thought their products could be branded together.
    ‘No,’ Ross replied, and grinned at the spark of annoyance that
jumped across her face. ‘Come on, Jones. I’ve rejected branding opportunities
from massive soft drink brands—why would I accept your offer?’
    Ally thought for a minute, wondering how to express the
thoughts that were tumbling around, half formed and half baked. ‘Because those
other companies wanted to brand Win! But I think I want you , not the game.’
    Ross frowned. ‘God, that sounds even worse.’
    Ally pushed her plate of uneaten steak and salad away and
leaned her arms on the table. ‘We wouldn’t brand Win!. We’d use you.’
    ‘Still not getting it—and getting more scared by the moment,’
Ross muttered.
    ‘Initially I thought, like Luc, that Win! and the new
Bellechier line would be a good fit. It’s a sporting and lifestyle game and our
new collection is a lot more relaxed. Good synergy.’
    ‘Uh-huh.’ Ross was looking at her as if she was about to drop a
concrete block on his head. ‘Are we going to be done with this conversation
soon?’
    ‘We were on the wrong track looking at Win!. We should be
looking at you. The man behind the game...’
    Ross groaned theatrically and released a graphic swear word.
‘Sorry, but that is such a load of BS.’
    Ally shook her head. ‘It’s really not. Win! is super-hot, and
anyone who is tech-savvy—which is everybody between the age of thirteen