Caught on Camera with the CEO

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Authors: Natalie Anderson
she felt it like a physical touch. He was remembering—as was she, and the fire arcing between them threatened to burn through her control. But she wasn’t going to let this raging attraction muck up more of her life. She wasn’t going to lose the little credibility she had left by letting it happen again.
    She made her body move—away—a few steps back towards the door.
    â€˜You really can’t get another job?’ His voice sounded rusty.
    â€˜You really think I’d be here if I could?’
    His brows drew closer as he regarded her. The angles ofhis face became more pronounced. Suddenly, sharply, he moved. Walking to the window, he glared through it—she figured the glass would melt in moments if he still had that heat in his eyes.
    â€˜I might have another job for you. But not here. I don’t think that’s something you or I or anyone would be comfortable with.’ He turned. It seemed he’d taken the time to ice over, for his face was schooled into blandness. ‘Look, let’s get out of here and go talk somewhere more relaxed.’
    He opened the door and waited for her to pass through. Dani hesitated—relaxed might be a really bad idea. But if he could do cucumber cool, surely she could do better than melting jelly.

CHAPTER THREE
    D ANI kept three feet behind Alex as he strode past the PA.
    â€˜Please cancel that last appointment and take messages, Kelly. I’m out for the rest of the afternoon,’ he said without slowing his pace.
    â€˜Certainly.’ No surprise, no questions. The PA gave Dani a coolly professional smile but Dani was still too rattled to be able to match it.
    Alex glanced at the lift. ‘Shall we take the stairs?’
    Dani was already at the door to them—hoped the PA hadn’t heard his question. He’d laced it with the faintest hint of irony and if Dani were to look at him now and see him smiling she couldn’t be held responsible for her actions—aggressive energy seemed to be bouncing round her body.
    â€˜Where are you staying?’ He thudded downstairs swiping a security card to get them into the basement.
    She gave him the name of the hostel and saw his frown appear.
    â€˜You don’t know Auckland, do you?’ He sent her a sideways glance. ‘Because if you did, you’d know that’s in a really dodgy part of town.’
    It was a cheap part of town.
    He unlocked the car—sleek, attractive, outrageously powerful, just like its owner. Dani got into the passenger seat. Inseconds they were out of the garage and driving down the congested inner-city streets in awkward silence—he’d quickly cut the music that had roared louder than the engine. Dani wished he’d kept it on—better to listen to that than the silence between them or the voice in her head telling her how much of a mess she was in. The weather had turned, the rain drizzling and dampening her spirits further.
    â€˜Um…’ he was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel ‘…I…’
    Dani waited, surprised by his sudden attack of the fidgets.
    His fingers abruptly stopped their beat and gripped the wheel. ‘What’s your name?’
    â€˜Pardon?’
    â€˜Your name.’ He kept his eyes on the road ahead. ‘I don’t know what it is.’
    â€˜You don’t know my name?’ Stunned, Dani stared at him. ‘How can you not know my name?’
    â€˜We never finished our introductions.’ His high cheekbones were streaked with slashes of colour. ‘I have a lot of employees.’
    â€˜Oh, and I was just one of the temps.’ OK, so she was. But she hadn’t been just one of them—he’d kissed the hell out of her. She’d felt him and he had her— intimately . Or did he do that with all the girls? Anger roared through her again—vicious, wild anger. ‘You could have found out.’
    â€˜I don’t use the HR files

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