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workmen’s use, as there was another driveway down that side of the house to the back.
    A black BMW roadster was parked at the foot of the front steps—definitely a billionaire’s car, which meant her new employer was already here waiting for her. Daisy decided to drive into the grounds and park behind it. After all, she was supposed to be in charge of this project, right on site.
    If Ethan Cartwright hadn’t changed his mind in the meantime.
    It was a worry.
    Her parents had both been very dubious about what they saw as an impulsive and irregular offer of work Daisy wasn’t trained for. She’d had to explain the circumstances of losing her job to them and they were only too painfully aware of why she had accepted this one. Her father kept muttering, ‘It isn’t right,’ and they should sell up and move somewhere cheaper—a place in one of the housing estates for senior citizens.
    Daisy couldn’t bear the thought of that happening. Not only did it deeply wound her sense of justice, but it would also completely change the dynamics of the family. She’d insisted this was only a stopgap solution until she found another proper job and they weren’t to worry. She was perfectly capable of managing anything she set her mind to.
    Nevertheless, her confidence wasn’t so easy to hang onto as she alighted from her car and started up the steps. Her stomach felt downright jittery. She told herself it was caused more by the prospect of having to meet Ethan Cartwright again—being subjected to his powerfully male charisma and those riveting green eyes—than trying to keep a check on the work of a team of tradesmen. Once he was gone and out of her hair, she’d be fine.
    Not that he’d been in her hair. Neither was she about to let him anywhere near it. The tug of his sheer sexual impact on her female hormones was warning enough that she was dangerously attracted to the man, despite the huge differences between them. She had to maintain a hands-off policy whenever he plagued her with his presence. The way his touch affected her was far too disturbing. It could draw her into very foolish behaviour.
    Today she had deliberately chosen a very downmarket appearance—a loose cotton tunic printed with daisies on a blue background, blue jeans, flat sneakers on her feet making her look even smaller in stature, a blue scrunchy holding her long, brown hair back in a ponytail, and no make-up apart from pink-brown lipstick, which was next to nothing.
    It had to be patently clear to him that she was notaiming to be an object of desire in his eyes. Though she couldn’t really imagine she ever had been anyway. His pursuit of her on the Magic Millions race-day had definitely been an ego thing, not an attraction thing, and this whole business now was a fix-up thing, which was purely temporary. The X-factor problem was all on her side and it had to be kept hidden.
    Having reached the front door, she took a deep, calming breath and pressed the call button. Ethan Cartwright did not give her time to twiddle her thumbs. The door was opened within seconds and the oxygen Daisy had drawn in was instantly trapped in her lungs.
    The man was utterly, utterly gorgeous.
    He was dressed in a superbly tailored dark grey suit, white shirt and a silk tie striped in red, grey and green. Some nose-prickling exotic cologne had been splashed on his strong, freshly shaven jaw. His thick, black hair flopped onto his forehead in an endearing wave. The green eyes sparkled as though he was delighted to see her and his smile kicked her heart into thumping like a drum.
    ‘Good morning!’ he said cheerfully, his rich male voice making her ears tingle.
    ‘Hi!’ was all she managed to croak.
    ‘Come on in and I’ll show you around,’ he invited, stepping back and waving her forward.
    He’s not for me, he’s not for me, he’s not for me, her mind wildly recited as she willed her feet to move. The job was obviously still on. All she had to do was be sensible and