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nds herself increasingly - and mutually - attracted to the har

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guilty schoolgirl, hiding behind the lace curtains of her bedroom window so she could see but not be seen. She couldn’t help herself. It was ho

ard, stringy muscles, his biceps bulging as he worked. He was tall with long legs which were contoured by thick, well-defined muscles,

t, blond, curly hair and very blue eyes, under a rugged brow. He had a small, straight no

ther builders on the firs

her bedroom. The one could be conveniently constructed above the other. Two months ago she had been promoted to Managing Director of KissCo UK and the alterations were a sor

y started knocking into the back wall to which the extension was bein attached, she would not have such a goo

ror, she adjusted her short black hair with a si

aid.’ George Wickes was the head of the firm of builders and had arrived every morning to inspect the work. He was a large, avuncular man with heavy jowls and a ruddy complexion, the veins on his face very close to the surface. He had eyes lik

when they knock thr

the last possible minute.

and sheeted with plastic. The ets had been taken up and scaffolding boards laid on the floor as a path f

coming towards them from the back, w

in the dirt and dust that caked his skin. The trail ended at the waistband of the sawn off jeans, the denim darker there where it had soaked up t

ut of her bag and followed Gary outside. He wheeled the barrow up a plank t

he sweat off his brow with his forearm. He was looking at her, not the silver-coloured car. Cla

e had the courage to say what was really

said. He had a strong

e wondered if he had ever entertained thoughts about her as

’ Gary was always the first to

ea

arted the engine but could not resist staring at those taut buttocks,

one of only three employees allowed to do so, and took the lift up to her office. It overlooked a corner of the square and the hot weather had already brought people out on to the grass, men stripping off the

rang before she’d had

ing in her voice. Houston was the company headquarters and calls or correspondenc

er swivel chair and looked at her watch. It was five to ten

bird,’ Ja

t thro

ham. I have Bridget Goldsm

d again. ‘Clare

th, you’re

Co worldwide. Clare was not at all surprised to get a call from her at su

ondon, Clare,’ she said, g

h?

launch is se

of Sept

hould come and have a look see before then.

de,’ Clare s

edule when it’s confirmed. Meantime can you work up a presentation for

e process of combini

oo

ration outside America. A whole new range of cosmetics was to be targeted at every

. My thinking on this is that it might be b

ary, had recently returned from a visit to Houston. He had obviously not missed the cha

ive evaluations. But KissCo’s UK managing director had been poached by a rival company and there had been no time. Clare, as the second most

hotels. We'll do

g else y

ng. Bye for now.’ Having dropped th

mp, short woman who wore knitted twinsets whatever the weather. In combination with her tightly p

elp?’ sh

Come

and instruct them what would be needed for it. The presentation they were working on would have to be a great

phone on Clare’s desk rang again.

she said answer

s David. Ho

r,’ she said, r

he worry in his voice that something might have come

heart to disappoint him. David's attitude to their relationship was like that of a small child with a new toy. She couldn’t

ou want to h

kitchen’s been rip

ok a table

David would inevitably demand from her after they'd eaten, going to the Italian restaurant she frequented just off

n his voice. The child had been given his toy again: now, she knew, h