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the door and, under the cover of their groans, looked at him. ‘Mr Walker?’
    He followed, his voice low enough for the others not to hear. ‘Oh, no, please, call me Seth.’
    Just hearing him speak sent heat frizzling from skin right through to bone. Her heart raced light-years ahead of her body as she walked out to the corridor.
    That corridor.
    She set a quick pace, fighting for composure as she stared fixedly at the concrete floor. Oh, she had to pull herself together because this was just embarrassing—had she time-warped into a teen experiencing her first stirrings of sexual desire?
    â€˜As you can see we’ve just come through the players’ area.’ She started the tour spiel for safety’s sake. She could talk on auto—and keep talking until she could escape to her office. ‘Now we’re heading up to the corporate entertainment area. The boxes run the length of the stand.’
    She started to get into the swing of it, telling him the details of the stadium, the history of the construction, the naming rights of the stands. But she was so on edge she gabbled it all too quickly. So she had to move on to playerstories. And then player stats. Anything so she could keep babbling nonstop all the way to the executive space.
    She was increasingly conscious of his height and his pantherlike smooth movement at her side. He was watching her too closely, not taking in the behind-the-scenes view of the stadium and the boys’ backgrounds at all. Her skin tingled, her nerves twanged.
    â€˜Lena, I’m not interested in these stats,’ he interrupted with arrogant dismissiveness when they got to the top floor and her office was a safe step away.
    She stopped midway through her recital of some lock’s weight issues. Slowly—trying to remain calm and collected—she looked directly at him. ‘Well, what did you want to know?’
    â€˜Your stats. Every last detail.’
    He took advantage of her stunned immobility and moved a step closer.
    â€˜I’m not interested in men,’ he said wickedly. ‘But you clearly are, so how about you memorise my details, as well? I’m Seth. I sell buildings. I’m six feet two, Sagittarius, single, suffering no communicable diseases.’ He paused, the sparks in his eyes kindled. ‘Spellbound.’
    And she was sweating. She, who’d been hit on by all those boys downstairs and never once blinked, was melting on the spot. Because this was different. This was… him and he took up all her vision.
    â€˜You going to reciprocate?’ Merciless, he kept her attention his captive, waiting for her to answer.
    She couldn’t say a thing, even though she really wanted to. But she’d breathlessly lost the snappy answer-back ability she’d had in the corridor.
    â€˜Let me help you out,’ he offered with wicked charity. ‘You’re Lena. You’re slim, sporty, stylish. Single.’ He paused, apparently waiting for her to deny it.
    She didn’t, so he continued ticking off points.
    â€˜Sexy. Spontaneous.’ He paused again, considering. ‘A sensual sorceress.’
    Okay, that was over-egging it. ‘While you’re too smooth, too suave, too successful.’
    He moved closer. ‘You’re also suggestive, sassy, sarcastic. What else?’
    A scatterbrain who was trying her damnedest not to squirm. ‘A little stunned.’ Hopelessly honest.
    â€˜Me too,’ he purred smoothly. ‘But I also think we’re both stirred.’
    It was impossible not to smile. ‘You don’t think you’re coming on too strong?’
    â€˜Too strong?’ His volume lifted, so did his brows. ‘Honey, I’m reining in hard. I think you know what I’d rather be doing right now. I think you’d rather that, too. I’m just trying to dispense with the preliminaries as fast as possible.’
    She didn’t just feel the heat in her face,