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two possibilities here. Either her vivid
imagination had run away with her, drawing a scenario of sexual attraction
where none existed. Or, she stood in danger of succumbing to the dangerous
appeal of this man, a course of action which would jeopardize everything she
intended to achieve. Either way, she could only lose if she didn’t keep her
wits about her.
    "I intend to perform this job to the best of my
ability," she said. "As I told you before."
     "You take an unusual amount of pride in your…ah,
profession."
    Her back stiffened. "I work hard."
    His lips twitched. "Don’t worry about my ego."
    She barely restrained a snort. He had enough ego for ten men. "The agency told me you were a
demanding boss." Let his ego take that.
    Surprise flitted across his face. "I suppose that’s
true." He smiled at her. "Though I save the rough
stuff for my business adversaries."
    "I don’t mind a tough boss. You warned me that this was
a job, nothing more."
    "I have every intention of treating you with respect.
So forget the tough boss routine."
    "What do you mean?" Now she was surprised.
    He took a step toward her. "I’d prefer to show you what
I mean."
    She froze in bewildered shock as he folded his arms around
her. He bent his head, and before she knew what he meant to do, he touched his
lips to hers. Just a soft, warm brush of his mouth over hers. Nothing threatening at all. If she
didn’t count the buzz that ran over every one of her nerves.
    "Logan!" She tried to step back, but his arms
didn't release her.
    Instead, he reached up and massaged the back of her neck.
Pleasure sizzled over her skin and she dropped her shoulders to allow him more
access. Oh, that felt good.
    His long fingers explored an inch or two down into the back
of her blouse. "You’re very tense," he said. "It will be better
for you if you can relax."
    "I don’t need to relax." She needed to breathe.
Before she collapsed at his feet, and he got the wrong idea about how he made
her feel. Because this wasn't right.
     He didn’t seem to be getting the same message.
    "I told the agency I wanted someone different," he
said, licking the edge of her mouth with his hot tongue. "But I didn’t
expect them to be so successful." He angled his head and kissed her neck.
    "I hardly think the agency had anything to do with
this."
    " Mmmm ." He dropped another light kiss on her mouth. "Physical attraction is hard
to predict."
    "I’m not attracted to you!" Her breath strangled
in her throat as she fought a moan. His hands were very close now to the
undersides of her breasts.
    "Are you sure about that?"
    His tongue licked her lips and her mouth fell open, without
any decision on her part. He swept in, and this time he kissed her hard. So
hard she had to kiss him back. So hard that their tongues
couldn't avoid tangling. So hard that it was only natural for his arms
to sweep around her and crush her to him.
    She tasted whiskey on his tongue, smelled heat on his skin,
and heard murmurs of approval in his throat.
    No, she wasn’t sure about anything. Except
the fact that she couldn’t do this. She couldn’t be thinking about
twining her legs around his waist, or falling back on the plush sofa and turning
it into a bed. If she had to think about beds, she should picture her sister
lying in her narrow hospital bed, wires snaking in and around her body, with a
sheet tucked in tightly, as if awaiting a corpse. The image chilled her, and
she shivered. Would she allow an emotion as transitory as desire to sway her
from her course?
     His mouth moved down her neck as he pressed kisses
both hard and tender to her. He bit her where her neck met her shoulder, just
as his roaming hands feathered over her breasts. She stiffened and melted at
the same time. A response that allowed her to both twine
herself against him and to arch her back. Her purse fell to the floor,
and the thump registered a wake-up call.
     "Logan," she said, struggling to repeat the
words. Lie or not, she had to