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making the quick assessment
that there was only one reason he would be here in this office at six thirty in
the evening.
    “I’m
Jessica,” I smiled. He didn’t smile back and I knew right then that mentioning
Friday would be a bad idea.
    “I
know that now,” he said firmly, holding my gaze. “Lucas Hunter, your new boss.”
    My
brain went into meltdown as we stared at one another, the intensity of those
hypnotic, ruthless eyes just holding me there, igniting my body and scrambling
my thoughts in the same way he’d done that night on the decking. Only now he
wasn’t smiling, or helpful or friendly.
    It
didn’t matter to my cells that burst to life with an electrical surge as he
held me with that gaze. They didn’t care about friendly, they cared about
fucking. I flushed involuntarily at my reaction, and at least this time he
wasn’t blatantly gazing at my nipples as they hardened beneath the lace of my
bra.
    I
was waiting for a smile, an acknowledgement, anything to give me a clue how I
should react here, but none was forthcoming. If he was as ruffled as I was, he
certainly wasn’t showing it. I decided on a handshake, holding mine out towards
him as he took it in his firm grip. I pulled back almost instantly. If I hoped
that connection was a momentary reaction one Friday night when I was absorbed
in one hell of a mortifying moment I was wrong.
    His
touch electrocuted me now, just as it had then, in an over the top reaction
that had plunged our official introduction into unprecedented awkwardness. “I
was just collecting my coat,” I mumbled quickly, pulling it against me for
comfort, like Dex did with his favourite blanket. I was trying desperately to shield
myself from the overwhelming effects of Lucas Hunter, but it wasn’t working.
    “To
go celebrating, I know, I heard,” he said and there was nothing I could do but
nod and get my arse out of there, sweating, breathing heavily and not quite
knowing what to think. The blue eyed crush who’d smacked me with an almighty
thunderbolt and momentarily stopped my world from spinning was now my boss.
Worse still, absolutely everything about his demeanour had screamed that he
hated the idea.
    “So
what are we celebrating?” asked Chas, who had got her glad rags on as I
suggested and was cuddled on the couch with Dexter who was also in his. In our
case, glad rags equated to our favourite pyjamas and celebrating involved a
giant pizza, ice cream and coke with whatever film Dex chose.
    “I’m
not sure we are now,” I shouted from the bedroom, pulling on the comforting
spotty fleece before I filled her in on the events of the day, except the last
bit. This I would have to handle carefully I thought as I cuddled up to Dex.
    “You
know that guy from the party.”
    “Blue
eyed thunderbolt?” she asked as I nodded.
    “Yeah,
well I found out his name,” I said as she turned an almighty grin on me.
    “Good
girl, what is it?”
    “Lucas
Hunter,” I said, biting my lip as she stared at me wide eyed. Her slack jaw all
but hit the floor before she burst out laughing, almost swearing, but
remembering the little five year old squashed between us, just in time.
    “No
way,” she squealed. “Jeez, Jess, he is like the ultimate unobtainable. In fact,
strike that, he is one step beyond; that man is untouchable,” she laughed.
    “How
do you mean, Chas?” I asked as Dex hopped off the couch and announced he was, “Going
for a poop”.
      This was a new description in Chas’s
dictionary of man-speak and I had never heard her use it before in relation to
anyone. “Well, take Brad Johnson. He’s unobtainable because he doesn’t do
girlfriends. He’s a bed-hopping arsehole, but if you’ve got a nice face and a
decent rack, you can always get near enough to strike up a conversation if
you’re savvy. Lucas Hunter is untouchable. You can’t get close enough to wiggle
your tits in his face. It’s like he’s
surrounded by some kind of repellent force field,” she