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out of this lift then she’d let him into her room and
she’d be flat on her back and naked before her head had stopped spinning.
    She wanted to see him, explore him, taste him, touch him. But
not like this. Because while she didn’t need to love a guy to have sex with him
she did have to like him, and there should be at the very minimum mutual respect
between them.
    Ally wrenched her mouth away, ducked out from under his arm and
hit the close doors button before he could even react. She stepped out of the
lift as the doors started to close.
    ‘What the hell, Alyssa?’ he demanded, hot eyes blazing, his
hands easily pushing the lift doors open again.
    ‘Yeah, so not sorry. Did you really
think that I was that easy or that desperate? That I would just fall into bed
with you so that I could get you to sign on the dotted line?’ She gave him a
frosty smile and gestured to his tented pants. ‘Enjoy trying to hide that as you walk through the lobby... Oh, hello! Do
you want me to hold the lift for you?’
    Ally stepped aside to let two elderly ladies into the lift and
grinned when Ross turned his back to them.
    Except that now she had an eyeful of that super-fine taut ass
she’d had her hands on a minute before.
    Ally placed her hand on her forehead and stumbled towards her
room.
    This was the problem with playing with fire: you ended up
getting a little scorched.

THREE
    Ally touched the
side of her Bellechier sports watch as she jogged up to the steps that led to
the hotel’s seaside entrance and placed her hands on her knees, hauling in wet
air. Humid, she thought, and hot already at seven in the morning. She glanced at
her watch: six miles in fifty minutes. Not her best time, but
acceptable—especially since she’d tossed and turned all night and when she’d
finally slept had had incredibly restless dreams.
    All featuring last night’s sexy jerk.
    Behind her sunglasses Ally scowled at the waves smacking the
beach across the road and promenade. She might have left him in an awkward
position last night—good, he so deserved it!—but she
hadn’t emerged from their dizzying encounter unscathed. She’d felt tense,
fidgety... horny , dammit.
    Apart from her inability or unwillingness to connect...and her
crazy work schedule...and the fact that she hadn’t dated or felt attracted to
any man in a long time...apart from all that she was still a reasonably normal
woman in her late twenties and she did get normal urges.
    Up to now she’d always been perfectly content with a bit of
self-love and was easily able to sort herself out. She’d tried that last night
and, like most of the few lovers she’d had, she hadn’t delivered. She had just
ended up feeling more frustrated and hornier than before, which sucked. Maybe it
was time to cave in and buy that dildo she’d seen online. Except that now she
wasn’t sure that it would help. She wanted masculine fingers between her legs, a
hard body above hers, the hot, thick thrust of an erection pushing into her.
    She still wanted Ross and that pushed up her irritation levels.
Even a long run hadn’t banished her frustration; maybe a cold shower would do
the trick.
    Ally stood up, placed her hands on her hips and walked to the
low wall that separated the beach from the promenade. Placing one foot on the
low wall, she did some warm-down stretches as she watched the ships on the
horizon and thought about the day ahead.
    She was booked on a flight back to Geneva that night so she had
the day open to do as she pleased. She could buckle down in front of her
computer—as long as she had her computer she could work anywhere—and get a solid
eight hours in either in her room, one of the lounges or on one of the many
verandas in the hotel. That was what she should do.
    Bellechier had a second store opening in Hong Kong and another
in Miami, and there were countless items on her to-do list to ensure that these
new additions exuded the same class and charisma as their other stores.