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doesn’t need improvement? I mean, out of the three.”
    Ian’s smile broadened, and when it did, his blue eyes sparked, putting Chelsea back on her heels a bit. The man had a very nice smile, which, if she were being honest, she would admit that she had noticed before today. Many times, actually. But up close and directed at her, it made him look…super hot. Hot enough to maybe torch a few things. Build a fire. Flambé a decadent dessert. Scorch an entire forest.
    â€œIf you’d like, I could teach you how to come up with three complementing ads after I land this account.”
    â€œOh…you wish,” Chelsea said, and she snorted. When she did, her tote bag slid right off her arm and hit the floor.
    Ian instantly moved to pick it up. He stood up, straightening to his full height, all six feet two of him. He was so close to her that she could see that the spark in his eye went much deeper than she’d ever noticed before this very moment. “You know what I wish, Chelsea?” he asked, his voice low and smooth, his eyes mesmerizing.
    Chelsea could not help her gaze sliding to his mouth, and she dumbly shook her head.
    He leaned closer still and took her hand in his. “I wish you the best of luck tomorrow.” He slipped the handles of her tote over her hand and then up her arm to her shoulder, wedging it on there, and then leaned closer—so close that for one mad, heart-fluttering moment, Chelsea thought he was actually going to kiss her. “ Because you’re going to need it .”
    He faded back. Chelsea was momentarily speechless. He had just used his über sex appeal to zing her. Her eyes narrowed accusingly. “Oh, I won’t need it. But you will, buster.” Ha .
    Ian grinned a little lopsidedly, and his eyes, good Lord, his eyes radiated sex. “You sure about that?”
    Something warm and fluid snaked down Chelsea’s spine. She could feel the pull of his orbit, and she could imagine how many times he had used that sloe-eyed look to lure women to him. She stepped back, out of the gravitational force field around him. “I’m very sure. This is some of my best work. And I didn’t need three ads to nail it.”
    One of his brows arched higher than the other. “You know, that can be a turnoff for some guys. But for me? That cocky overconfidence is a definite turn-on. Want to come over to my place?”
    â€œI am not overcon—” She suddenly realized what he was doing. “That,” she said, twirling a finger at him, “will not work on me.”
    Ian propped his arm on top of his cubicle wall. “Seriously, Crawford, your smack talk could use some work. I’d be happy to help you with it.”
    She took another step back. “News flash—in about eighteen hours from now, I won’t need to work on anything but this account. Play your cards right, and maybe I’ll bring you along to work on it with me.” She smiled, pleased with herself for that one.
    And then she bumped into his cubicle wall. Again.
    Ian chuckled.
    Chelsea straightened herself, readjusted her tote bag, and with a jaunty two-fingered wave, she went out of the office, rolling her eyes at her inability to successfully engage in a bit of baiting.
    Or make a powerful exit.
    She had no trouble getting an elevator and, in fact, was the only one aboard for the thirty-one-story plunge. When the doors opened on to the lobby, she was surprised to see only the security guard. He was at his desk, a small TV blaring just beneath the counter. He was buttoning up a down jacket. “Hope you can get to where you’re going. The mayor is advising everyone to shelter in place.”
    â€œWhat? You’re kidding,” Chelsea said. On the security guard’s little TV, she could see a swath of blue across the entire East Coast. She hurried to the front of the building to peer down the street toward the subway. The snow was so thick