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the effect he had on me, affording me a quick glimpse of
some knicker melting dimples as the door closed, blocking him from my view. So
now he knew that I wasn’t feeling the chill of ice, he knew I was full of
burning desire for him. I quickly scooped up more cold water for my face as I
tried to regulate my breathing. Close up he was even better looking than I’d initially
assessed. He had one of those masculine square chins, with a slight Michael
Douglas trademark dent in it, his eyes were so glossy and reflective, but the
look of sexual need in them had ignited my very core. I closed my eyes as I
tried to recall the rest of him, broad shoulders, a flat stomach under that
crisp white tieless shirt, a slim waist and hips and … my eyes shot open as I
registered what I’d caught a glimpse of, straining against the material of his
obviously expensive navy suit. Damn it! I gave an apologetic smile to a girl
trying to reach the hand towels at the side of me and sneaked a glance at the
door as she headed out, to see he was still waiting. He raised his eyebrows.
    ‘If you won’t come to me, amber eyes, then I
will come to you,’ came his sultry, deep and sexy French accent, as the door
swung shut again. I looked around, hoping there’d be a window I could crawl out
of, no such luck.
    ‘You’re twenty-four years old, Lulu McQueen . You eat sexual predators for breakfast at work, or you would if you actually
let one spend the night with you, you can handle one damn horny and persistent
Frenchman,’ I muttered to myself under my breath. How many men did I have
to deal with each time I was sent in to lure one? Countless and I resisted
every single advance, none of them invoked any feeling inside me. One look at a
hot Frenchman had me hiding out in a toilet, like some nervous teen at prom. I
had a feeling his threat wasn’t empty though and figured I stood a better
chance of escaping my body’s treacherous need to feel his lips on every inch of
my skin, if I confronted him in a crowded public space, rather than trapped in
this confined one. I shook my long dark hair back over my shoulders as I
straightened up, making myself look confident and unintimidated, took a deep
breath and threw open the door, avoiding eye contact as I quickly strode out.
    ‘At last, she exits.’ His soft foreign purr
sent pleasurable shivers down my spine as I continued walking, feeling his
sexually charged presence close behind me. Being this close to him was a
mistake. It was like his pheromones had some potent sirens’ call, every woman
in the corridor was feeling it, judging by the looks being thrown right over my
shoulder to where he was tailgating me.
    ‘I don’t know what you want, but I’m not
interested,’ I replied, as I made my way up the corridor, back towards the
sound of the music, where Bonkers by Dizzee Rascal was playing. ‘I
thought I’d made that clear with my message.’
    ‘You know exactly what I want and you are lying
to yourself if you think you don’t want the same. This is not an icy chill that
you are feeling, but a volcanic eruption. Do you have any idea how rare that it
is, ma belle?’
    ‘I’m not your beauty and you know nothing about
me,’ I responded. ‘And you won’t. Thank you for the Champagne, it was very kind
of you. I’ll repay you, then you can move on, to someone likely to agree to
whatever it is you want, I doubt you’ll be lacking in offers.’
    ‘I am not, but none of them interest me. All I
am interested in is you. One look and I felt a burning, deep in my very loins.’
    ‘You should go to an all-night pharmacy, they
could probably prescribe a cream for that.’ I responded, pleased I at least
still had some small part of my brain functioning to rely on some wit. He burst
out laughing behind me, making me scrunch up my face as that deep booming noise
caressed my senses even more. Damn him, even his laugh had more sex appeal than
all of the men I’d ever dated, combined. Why was