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lot of demands on my time during the day. You’ll hardly see me. Here, you’ve got full access.” And how. Not only could she do business with him at any hour, but she was welcome to jump all over him. He almost laughed at her pinched expression. Yeah, that was going to happen.
    Oh, but it was, he decided. His love life had been too much of the same recently. He dated women who were young, fun, and looked good on his arm. Maybe he was getting on a bit, but sometimes he yearned for more. Jennifer Talbot was definitely in the “more” category. She wasn’t as young as his usual fare, and while she looked good—fantastic, really—it was a different kind of gorgeous. He usually dated chicks who were pictured in the gossip columns. Jennifer Talbot’s picture was usually in the business section.
    And fun? Did she know how to have fun? Probably, but it looked as though she were on the road to forgetting how. Damn it. Seducing this one was going to be more exciting than surfing Bells Beach on his newest board.
    â€œI appreciate your position, Mr. Crane, however, my fiancé is rather old-fashioned. It would make him uncomfortable to know I was staying in your home.”
    So she had some bloke on the string, did she? That didn’t surprise him, and now that he bothered to look, there was a flash of diamond on her engagement finger.
    â€œI’m not the village pervert, darl. If you sleep with me it will be because you can’t help yourself.” He held back a chuckle as she visibly fought down a hasty response.
    â€œNo. Don’t do that. Don’t stifle whatever you were going to say. I always say what’s on my mind, and I appreciate it in people I’m close to.”
    â€œWork with,” she snapped. “We’re not close.”
    â€œYou see? Don’t you feel better for saying that?” he asked approvingly.
    â€œAll right. Since you asked. In my background research, I’ve discovered you have a reputation for wild behavior.”
    He knew his reputation perfectly well and did everything he could to enhance it. He was convinced his rep helped sell his products. “Right. You mean drinking, hell-raising, and womanizing?”
    She nodded. “And brawling.”
    â€œI hit a pushy cameraman who got in my face once too often. Highly exaggerated,” he assured her, noticing how fine her skin was and that the blue irises had tiny flecks of black.
    â€œAnd the drinking, carousing, and womanizing?”
    â€œThose are my hobbies,” he explained.
    â€œWell, I’m not so worried about the first two, but . . .” She cleared her throat. “If I were to stay here, would I have your promise that you wouldn’t . . . that there’d be no . . .”
    Once more her words petered to silence. Once more he helped her out. “That I won’t try to seduce you?”
    Her color was up, but she nodded. This was going to be more fun than he’d imagined.
    â€œDarl, you have my promise that I will seduce you.”
    Challenge flashed back at him as clear and blue as a wall of water building behind him and his surfboard, daring him to try it. He might end up flipped on his arse, but he’d have a ride to remember.
    â€œYou can try,” she said crisply.
    â€œI play fair. I’m telling you in advance. You’re beautiful, interesting, and smart, and I’m a red-blooded bloke who likes women. But it will be up to you, you know. If you’re so in love with your man at home, you’re in no danger of falling for me, now are you?”
    Her eyes snapped to his and he read everything in them he needed to know. She was feeling the sexual sizzle between them just as he was. She was confused. And she wasn’t in love with her bloke at home.
    He wondered how long it was going to take her to work that out for herself.
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