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Оглавление“Did you forget something?” Olivia asked.
“No, I just figured I’d see a lady to her door,” Daniel replied.
“I’m not a lady, I’m your boss,” she retorted with a smile.
“I have a terrible confession to make,” he said as they reached her small front porch.
She pulled her house key from her purse and looked at him cautiously. “A confession?”
He nodded. “I have to confess that from the moment my new boss showed up I’ve wanted to kiss her.”
“You kissed me last night on the forehead.” Warmth filled her cheeks as she thought of that tender kiss.
“That’s not the kind of kiss I’m thinking about,” he replied, and took a step closer to her.
She was playing with fire and she knew it but was unable to help herself. “Then what kind of kiss have you been thinking about?” she asked, her heartbeat speeding up.
“This kind.” He pulled her into his arms and slanted his lips down to hers.
