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tempted to remain barefoot. But then that didn’t look—
    “Ms. Smith?”
    Roo spun round. The guy with blond hair stood by the door. He was tall, had to be at least six-three. The late-afternoon sun illuminated him from behind and dazzled her, and it rather looked as if he had shimmering wings. She tilted her head to one side to check. No, oh that was disappointing.
    He tilted his head to meet her gaze. “If you’d like to come this way.”
    Roo straightened. She’d come this way and that way, in fact any way he wanted. Bad girl . How could a guy as attractive as him fail to be great in bed? But then maybe he was crap in bed and the good looks were to compensate. That might be true of all good-looking guys. It had been in Roo’s experience. Not that she was very experienced. He stumbled slightly and Roo gulped. Good thing he couldn’t read her mind. Good thing no one could. They’d be very confused.
    Too late now to retrieve her shoes, she padded barefoot after the angel down a hallway lined with oil paintings. Oh boy, are those eyes following me? Roo suppressed a giggle at the thought of the actual eyeballs jumping off the painted faces and running after her. And why did people look so odd in old paintings? The guys in particular. Like they had a pole stuck up their butt. They never smiled. Roo liked people to smile, which was probably one of the reasons she’d been prepared to dress as a chicken. Life was too short to be sad for long.
    She hadn’t realized she’d stopped to stare at a picture of a yacht in rough seas until she heard a quiet cough and turned to see her escort gesturing toward an open door. Roo hurried to catch up, and as she stepped into the room, she stubbed her toe on the raised threshold and fell headlong. A weird yelp burst from her throat and Roo thrust out her hands, but didn’t collide with the wooden floor rushing to meet her. Arms caught her, hauled her upright and steadied her.
    “Wow,” Roo gasped. “Good catch. Thank you, Ang…el.”
    She’d tried and failed to stop the word slipping out.
    He let her go so fast, Roo almost fell again. She lifted her head and looked across the desk at…ah well, this had to be Lucifer. Dark hair, piercing black eyes, lashes longer than they had any right to be—in other words longer than hers—oh, and a wicked smile. My God, the two of them look like bookends. And Roo quite fancied being the book.
    Very bad girl.
    Very, very bad girl.
    Very— Oh stop it.
    Not that she was going to get the job, but if she did, she’d be far too busy daydreaming about these two to get any work done.
    “Please take a seat,” said Satan.
    The only seat Roo could see was the one next to him behind the desk so she walked over and sat. His eyes opened wider. Dear Lord, they really are black. And she’d kill for his eyelashes. Well, not kill obviously, but—
    “That chair,” he said, pointing behind her.
    Her cheeks on fire, Roo slunk over to a leather chair turned so its back was to a small desk. How the hell had she missed that?
    “I’m Taylor Sutton,” said Beelzebub. “ICU is my company. This is Niall McCarthy. He’s here to make sure no one trips up on the way in.”
    Roo laughed and relaxed a little. “Roo Smith. Pleased to meet you.” She jumped up to shake their hands. The heat of Niall’s hand sent tingles racing down her arm. Taylor’s hand felt cool in comparison, but he let go of her as if he’d touched a live wire. Roo returned to her seat, fighting off the urge to run, though she wasn’t sure if she wanted to run into their arms or out of the door.
    “What’s Roo short for?” Niall asked. “Ruth?”
    Roo shook her head. Darn it, why did he have to ask that?
    “Ruby?” Niall asked.
    “No.”
    Niall frowned. “Rosalind? Rowena? Rona?”
    “No.” Well, at least they hadn’t assumed she had a mother called Kanga and a friend called Pooh. At least not yet.
    “Rumplestiltskin?” Taylor asked.
    Roo laughed and then squirmed.