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dear, everything go all right at dinner?’ She chatted as she busied around.
    ‘Yes, it was all right, thanks,’ Marisa mumbled as she poured a coffee. ‘Ooh, your syrup sponge cake and custard were so incredibly delicious. I’m going to have to be careful. You’ll make me fat.’
    ‘Nonsense, you have a beautiful figure. You can’t fatten a thoroughbred, my dear.’
    ‘Thank you, Meryl. I do try to look after myself.’
    Marisa smiled at her, thankful for a friendly soul in this big, cold house.
    Their conversation was halted by the arrival of Lord St. John. Jesus, he gets more handsome every day, Marisa thought.
    ‘Good morning, Meryl.’ He nodded and smiled, and the woman’s cheeks turned crimson red. Marisa smiled. She obviously wasn’t the only one in the house with a crush on the handsome Lord.
    He looked at Marisa, and she felt her heart boom.
    ‘Good morning, Miss Lowell, I trust you slept well?’ He looked at her intently; she felt as though his eyes were penetrating her very soul, and she wondered what it would feel like to have those eyes looking at her while he made love to her. Stop it, Marisa! She scolded herself and smiled at him, trying to act normally.
    ‘I didn’t sleep so well. I think I just have to get used to the bed, though.’
    ‘Oh dear, I am sorry to hear that. I hope it doesn’t cause you too much discomfort tonight. If it does, we shall have it changed for a more suitable one. I can’t have you worn out from lack of sleep.’
    I wouldn’t mind being worn out from lack of sleep if you were in the bed with me, she thought naughtily. He was causing havoc with her libido; no one had ever had such a powerful effect on her before. Thoughts of Mike were fading rapidly by the second.
    ‘Thank you, Lord St. John. That’s very kind.’
    ‘Not at all, it’s the least I can do. I will see to it you are shown the ropes after breakfast, then I’m afraid I must head into town, a meeting’s cropped up, but you’ll be pleased to know there’s no need for you to come with me today.’
    Marisa felt disappointed. She couldn’t wait to see London, and she would have loved to go with him.
    ‘When will you be back?’ Marisa bit her lip, realizing she shouldn’t question her boss.
    He looked surprised but smiled gently as he buttered his toast.
    ‘I shall return in the morning. I’m picking the children up, so you will meet them tomorrow.’
    ‘Brace yourself,’ he said, winking at her. She felt her heart miss a beat.
    After breakfast, she became immersed in work, finding her feet at the office and familiarizing herself with the booking system and the daily routine of maintaining the Highcroft estate.
    Lord St. John was a gentle and patient teacher, and Marisa delighted in listening to his charming and melodic voice, carefully telling her everything she needed to know about the business.
    ‘Okay, Miss Lowell, I will leave you to your own devices. If you can just finish typing up the quarterly reports and update the client files, I’ll sneak off and catch the train. I rather think I’m in for a boozy evening. A particularly demanding client from New York likes to be entertained before investing his millions.’
    Marisa laughed lightly and wished he was showing her the town. She couldn’t imagine anything nicer. She watched him pack his briefcase. She studied him from behind her PC. She liked his dark hair. It was neat and short with slightly longer bangs at the front. She liked his clothes, the crisp blue shirt and the smart chinos that looked fantastic on his long, manly legs. Everything about him was fabulous. He looked like a movie star from the fifties—elegant, handsome, and impeccably groomed.
    She felt herself wishing he would grab her and throw her onto the desk, pull her skirt up, and take her right there in the office.
    ‘Oh, my God, what’s happening to me? ’ she murmured, thinking aloud.
    He turned and looked at her, a sexy smile lingering on his perfect