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exactly he had no damn idea, but he couldn’t
help feeling disappointed that Luc’s sister used the same tactics.
    Disappointed, yeah...but he was attracted enough, wanted her
too much, not to take what she was offering.
    And he did want to have sex with
her. He wanted to see whether her eyes deepened or lightened in passion, whether
she huffed or moaned her pleasure, whether her skin was as fragrant as he
thought, whether those long legs could wind around his hips just as he’d
imagined they could.
    Ross took a sip of whisky and nearly choked when Ally stood up
and draped a black leather bag over her slim shoulder. ‘So, shall we go
upstairs?’
    ‘Fine.’
    Ross nearly bit his tongue trying to get the word out. Your room, my room, the lobby floor , Ross thought in a
daze. He couldn’t believe that his stupid flip comment was going to lead to him
getting it on with this gorgeous woman.
    Utterly bemused, sure that he was operating in an alternative
reality, he stumbled to his feet.
    This was proof that God did, indeed, look after the intensely
stupid.
    * * *
    How could she be both incredibly turned on and
scorchingly angry? Ally wondered as she stepped into the lift ahead of Ross. She
didn’t have any objection to sleeping with Ross—her monologue in the Ladies’
earlier was proof of that—but she despised the link between sex and her
career.
    How dared he make sex with her a condition of doing business?
That behaviour was no longer acceptable in any circumstances! Sex was sex and
work was work and the first one should never be used as a tool for negotiation.
This was the twenty-first century and men didn’t get away with that kind of
testosterone-fuelled crap any more. And it hurt like a man-o-war sting that he
thought that she was stupid enough, desperate enough, insecure enough about her
job that she would even consider sleeping with him to get what she wanted from
him.
    She might be one or all of those things—but she’d never use her
body as she would her laptop or her mobile.
    As for the turned-on part—jeez, Louise. She was in a small,
slow lift with a super-fine guy who twisted her panties with just one look out
of those lazy gold-green eyes. Despite the fact that he was a Neanderthal, she
wanted him in the worst way possible. But there was no way she could have
him... ever .
    But she could teach him a lesson in
sexual harassment. Oh, yeah, she was going to harass the hell out of him...
    Ally watched the doors close and was grateful they were the
only occupants of the lift. She knew it would take about a minute to get to her
floor, so she’d better get busy.
    Before she could talk herself out of it she whirled around,
grabbed Ross’s shirt and slammed her mouth on his. His mouth opened in surprise
and she took the opportunity to slide her tongue inside. Her body sighed at the
heat and spice of his mouth. She opened her hands and spread her fingers across
his wide chest, her palms loving the feel of hard muscles and the slow
thump-thump of his heartbeat.
    It took him only seconds to react, and then his hands were in
her hair, and he was in charge of their kiss, and he was angling her face to
tongue her deeper. One hand dropped to yank her hips against his. The hard, hard
length of his erection pushed against her stomach, and she had to restrain
herself from reaching down and cupping him, sliding her thumb up and across its
full tip.
    If she did that she’d never stop this, and she had to...
    Ten seconds more , she thought as
the doors slid open and the bell dinged. Ally wound her arms around his neck and
tangled her tongue with his in a low, sexy swirl that had him moaning into her
mouth. She withdrew and plunged again, and was only dimly aware that Ross had
shoved out his hand and was holding the doors open, keeping the lift on that
floor.
    ‘I want you,’ he growled in between hot, wet kisses.
    ‘I know.’
    It was now or never, Ally thought, desperate for more...so much
more. If she let him get