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proximity disturbed her so much that she could feel her heart beating. His eyes were almost black, with very definite whites and black rims around the brown. They were impressive eyes. His nose was impressive, too, despite its size. It had a faintly Roman look, very straight and formidable. His forehead was broad and his mouth was firm and his chin had a dimple in it. She’d never liked dimpled chins, but this one was really sexy.
    “Were any of your people Italian?” she asked without meaning to.
    “Yes, as a matter of fact,” he said. “My grandfather was.”
    “You…look Roman.”
    His mouth curved a little, making the dimple pronounced. “So they tell me.” His hands contracted, bringing her closer, so that her face was under his, her mouth was under his, so that she could breathe the coffee he’d just swallowed. “Why did you take the job?”
    He was really unsettling her. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her lips, the steely strength in the hands that held her off the floor so effortlessly. “I…needed it,” she whispered.
    “There are other employers in Chicago,” he reminded her.
    “How…far would I get without a recommendation?”
    He searched her darkening blue eyes. “Not far,” he said, relenting. “Your eyes looked blue yesterday. Now they’re gray.”
    “Are they?”
    One corner of his mouth twitched. “Do I make you nervous, Miss Glenn?” he taunted in a voice like velvet. His eyes dropped to her lips.
    “Don’t play with me,” she whispered shakily.
    “But you said you wanted someone to play with,” he reminded her. “Only yesterday, in fact, as you were driving away in that yellow boxcar you own.”
    “It isn’t a boxcar. And I didn’t mean this kind of playing.”
    His mouth bent closer to hers as he eased her down to her feet again. “Didn’t you? Most women today play at love.”
    “I’m not most women, and I don’t know how to,” she said. She tugged against his hands. “Let me go.”
    “Afraid of me?” he chided gently.
    She met his dark eyes. “I’m not in your league, Worth. Don’t do this to me. I’m no threat to your grandmother, or to you.”
    “I’m not sure about the latter, Amy,” he said quietly, and the sound of her name on his lips had an oddly sweet sound. He bent a little more and brushed his hard mouth softly against hers, a whisper of sensation that tantalized more than satisfied. He lifted his dark, shaggy head, and studied her confused expression.
    “Where are we going, and what do you want me to do?” she asked.
    He let her go. “To the north side, to see a parcel of land I’m interested in developing. And I want you to take down some ideas and estimates for me. I can’t get the hang of dictating into a tape recorder. I don’t trust the damned things anyway. You can take dictation?” he added with a sharp glance.
    “Yes,” she said. “I can. But I don’t have a pad or pen….”
    “Come with me.”
    She followed him, taking two steps for every one of his, and feeling oddly like a midget beside him. He made her feel wildly feminine. It was a sensation she wasn’t sure she liked.
    He led her into a pine-paneled office with a huge oak desk and heavy furniture with leather upholstery. It had a stone fireplace and a thick beige carpet and dark brown curtains. A man’s room. It intimidated her, like its owner.
    He jerked open a desk drawer and produced a steno pad and two pencils and handed them to her. She tucked them into her shoulder bag while he watched her with narrowed, speculating eyes. She kept her eyes lowered so that he couldn’t see the confusion he’d caused. She had to remember that he didn’t want her there, and that he might use underhanded means to remove her. If only she didn’t view those means with anticipation as well as fear!
    When they got to the garage, he went immediately to the Mercedes and she gave him a quick glance. She’d expected him to get into the Rolls.
    “The Rolls belongs to my