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instead, the ding of the lift stayed her movement. Bouncing from foot to foot while the doors inched open, Debra burst through the widening gap and punched the down button.
    Thank goodness no-one was around. She should be able to keep out of sight of the reception staff if she stuck close to the wall and nipped around the corner. Then a dash across the dark car park to the staff quarters and she’d be safe.
    Slinking out of the lift she did exactly that. Hugging the wall she backed cautiously around the corner, pausing when she neared the staff doorway to take a relieved breath. Grinning at her achievement of exiting the VIP suites without being seen she spun around to leap for the door—and ploughed into a dark blue brick-like wall.
    The “wall” barely budged despite the whack exploding every last ounce of breath from her. Warmth tingled the hand inadvertently slipped beneath the blue telling her this was no ordinary brick wall. Her fingers registered a steady thump-thump-thump.
    With a winded ache of rising panic imprisoned somewhere deep in her chest her eyes crept upward...past the crisp white shirt with its perfectly Windsor-knotted blue tie...past a thick brown column of skin...past the closely shaven square chin and slightly crooked nose. She absently wondered if that nose was a result of a rugby injury, some permanent physical reminder of his playing days.
    Her mind flew back but so many years had passed since she’d even thought about the hunky All Black she couldn’t remember whether his photos showed that bump on his nose or not. She trembled as she found herself where she’d once dreamed of being—in his arms.
    By the time her gaze arrived at his eyes Debra felt the heat imprinting on her arms where his hands gripped her, holding her.
    Not even the thinnest sheet of sandpaper could have slipped between their bodies. Debra felt his minty breath against her face, smelt his subtle cologne. As time ceased to matter she stared into his dark eyes while her fingers unconsciously caressed his chest.
    With blinding suddenness his expression changed. Censure replaced his initial shocked bafflement. Yanking her hand from under his jacket Debra jerked her arms from his grip and stepped back.
    She squared her shoulders and stuck out her chin. “Excuse me,” she nodded coolly, daring him to say anything. Having to pick up her shoes from near his feet destroyed her attempt to depart with any sense of decorum.
    She sensed his laser eyes tracking her exit. They burnt into her back as efficiently as a chef heating the sugar on a crème brûlée.
    To hell with it, she reasoned as she leaned against a pillar and slipped her shoes on. Let him think what he liked.
    Speeding across the car park she wriggled her fingers, embarrassingly aware of how they’d skimmed across his chest—feeling his hardness, his strength, his heat.
    Her face burned with the memory.
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    Jase stayed glued to the spot, his heart pounding. Watching the figure until she disappeared into the darkness, he still didn’t shift. There was something extraordinary about their new waitress. Something beyond how very attractive she was.
    Unexpectedly he was filled with an exhilarating thrill of anticipation. He licked dry lips. She’d stirred emotions he hadn’t experienced for a long time and made his breath stick in his throat.
    But he’d better get a grip on himself. Fraternisation between staff and management could only go so far. The thoughts racing around inside his head while he’d held her went far beyond the acceptable.
    Forget how sexy she looked all ruffled and messy from sleep. Forget how her skirt had inched up her legs as she’d bent to slip on her shoes. Definitely forget how he’d imagined her fingers against his bare skin as they’d crept across his chest.
    Talking to Hemi could wait. Turning on his heel, Jase stalked into the darkened silence of the administration area. The blazing light of his office blinded him as he opened his