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that wasn’t in my job description. No one had mentioned it.
    I started to panic. “I, um, well … I don’t really think…”
    Jack burst out laughing. His whole face lit up. His eyes twinkled with merriment, and his grin showed off his perfectly white teeth. He really was devastatingly handsome when he smiled.  
    “He’s winding you up,” Jack said. “I don’t need any help with the shower.”
    “Oh, right.” I offered up a weak laugh. “Yeah, I should have known that.”  
    Could this day get any more embarrassing?  
    Jack turned to me, cocked his finger and beckoned me towards him. He was still smiling and looking far hotter than he had a right to after his strenuous work out.
    I felt dizzy. I swallowed and moved forward. My heart was pounding in my chest.
    “That is…” Jack said, in almost a whisper, “…unless you’d like to help me in the shower?”
    If I thought I blushed earlier, it was nothing compared to the glow I had going on now. I could feel the heat emanating from my cheeks and chest.  
    I could hear Brian behind me, packing up his stuff and chuckling to himself.  
    I’d had enough of them making fun of me. I glared at Jack.  
    “No, thanks. I’ll wait here until you’re finished. Is there anything you’d like me to do while you’re having a shower?” I asked, my tone very business-like.
    Jack looked at me curiously, but he kept the smile on his face. God, he really was unbelievably good-looking.
    After Brian left, Jack wheeled himself back through his apartment and gave me a quick tour. There wasn’t much to see. He had a large living room with a small open-plan kitchen at the back of the room. There was one bedroom with an en-suite bathroom, which had been specially adapted to use with his wheelchair.  
    After Jack wheeled himself off to take a shower I looked around the apartment, not knowing what to do. There were so many things I should be thinking about, but the one thought that filled my mind, the one image I couldn’t shake was picturing Jack taking a shower. I stood there remembering his tight abs, his smooth tanned skin and imagining what it would be like to trace those abs with my fingertips and run my hands through his silky dark hair.
    “Are you okay?”  
    My head snapped around to see Jack in the doorway. His hair was still wet and hung down over his eyes, framing his perfect face and accentuating his high cheekbones.  
    “You looked a little odd. It made me wonder what you were thinking about.”
    For what felt like the hundredth time, as if I hadn’t already blushed enough this morning, blood rushed to my cheeks, and Jack gave me a little knowing smile as if he knew exactly what I had been thinking about.
    As a World Champion racing driver, I supposed he was used to having women lusting over him all the time.  
    I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. “I was just wondering what I should be doing. I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do for you.”
    “Well, it’s nothing to do with me.” Jack said. “It’s all my brother’s doing. You’re his employee.” He cocked his head and studied me. “I suppose you’re his spy. Are you going to go back to him and tell him all my secrets?”
    “Secrets?”  
    Jack folded his arms and narrowed his eyes. “You might be here to tell tales on me. Perhaps you’re going to report to Alexander every night and tell him if I’m doing my physio and taking my meds. If he could, my brother would like to run my life for me. This is just one more step in him getting total control.”
    “I don’t think it’s like that. I think he’s worried about you.”
    The gaze Jack fixed me with was terrifying. I took a step back.
    His eyes blazed, and his jaw tightened. “Really,” he said in a low voice that told me his temper was just simmering below the surface and might explode at any moment. “You have known me and my brother for less than twenty-four hours and you feel qualified to give an opinion?”
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