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THEO WAS FINISHING up a job in his workshop before lunch the following day when Emily strolled in, looking for all the world like a demure, rich debutante in a strait-laced knee-length skirt, smart high-heeled shoes and a soft pink blouse which was buttoned up nearly to her neck. She’d tamed her wild curls into a sleek-looking knot on top of her head and her make-up was subtle and sparing.

She’d tied her personality down tight.

He felt oddly disconcerted by it.

Frustratingly, he’d not stopped thinking about her since he’d left her in his kitchen the day before, forcing himself to walk away from the bone-rattling sexual tension between them before he did something stupid like acting on it.

‘You’re early,’ he said, glancing at his watch to confirm it was only eleven-thirty.

She shrugged. ‘I didn’t want to be late and get off on the wrong foot with your mother.’ She picked up a pair of his goggles from the workbench next to her. ‘I guessed you might be in here, playing with your tools,’ she said, holding the goggles up to her eyes and making a ridiculous-looking face at him.

He rolled his eyes and walked over to grab them from her, dumping them back onto the workbench.

He liked it that she was comfortable enough with her looks to know she could get away with making herself look stupid and not lose any of her appeal, but he didn’t want to encourage her in case she did it in front of his mother. She liked ladies to be just that—ladies—and she wouldn’t see the funny side of any larking about.

The goggles had left a smudge of dirt on Emily’s nose, where they’d pressed against her skin, and without thinking he swiped his thumb gently over it, wiping it away.

She stared up at him with those striking eyes of hers and for a second he couldn’t move. It was as if she’d caught him in a tractor beam.

‘Where’s your mother?’ she asked, her voice low and seductive.

They were standing so close he felt her breath on his skin.

A tug of longing pulled hard, deep inside him. ‘In the house.’

She smelt amazing—like a spring garden in full bloom.

‘We should probably get into character now, then, so we’re comfortable walking in there together,’ she said, and without warning she leaned up and forward on her toes, aiming her mouth to connect with his.

This time he reacted quickly, moving his head away from hers and putting a hand on her shoulder to keep her at a distance.

‘What are you doing, Emily?’

‘I’m greeting you in the manner of a devoted lover.’

‘I don’t kiss women I don’t care about.’ He refrained from adding any more.

Her brow pinched in jokey frustration. ‘You and your crazy rules.’

He couldn’t stop a snort of mirth from escaping. ‘You’re very forward.’

She gave a nonchalant shrug. ‘I like sex and I’m not afraid to ask for what I want.’

‘That much I already know.’

She let out a low sigh and took a step backwards, breaking the connection of his hand on her shoulder. ‘I don’t get it. I’m single, you’re single—what’s the problem?’

‘I told you: this is a business relationship. I’m not looking for it to develop into anything more.’

‘You know, usually the only time men act as if they don’t like me is when they want me but think they’re not allowed to have me.’

He folded his arms in front of his chest. ‘You really believe I think I’m not allowed to have you?’

‘Perhaps. There has to be some deep-seated angst simmering away under that tough outer shell of yours.’

‘Maybe I don’t find you attractive.’

She narrowed her eyes and gave him a discerning smile. ‘Maybe.’

‘Why do you want to sleep with me so badly?’

‘Because you won’t let me.’ Her grin was wide and authentic. ‘I’m just messing with you, Theo,’ she said, slapping him gently on the arm.

He huffed out a laugh and tried to ignore the way his body had hardened in response to her teasing. No way was he letting her get into his head, and he definitely wasn’t interested in allowing her to flatter her way into his bed. He’d been burned like that before.

‘Although I haven’t had sex for months,’ she continued, giving him that coy look she’d tried on him when they’d first met. ‘I’ve been too busy at work to have any kind of fun outside it.’

The heat in his body seemed to increase tenfold. He pushed away the feeling. ‘Speaking of life outside, I checked you out online. You have quite a presence in the gutter press.’

She shrugged and glanced away. ‘I used to. I haven’t done anything outrageous recently, so they’ve grown a little bored with me.’

‘Cleaning up your image?’

Her gaze met his again, square in the eyes. ‘I just haven’t found anyone interesting enough to play with.’

The underlying suggestion of until now hung heavily in the air between them.

He shrugged it off.

‘It might be a sticking point for my mother if she checks up on you and sees the sort of exposure you’ve had in the past.’

‘Surely the fact you’ve tamed the wild child in me will be a plus point? It’s one of those fantasies, isn’t it? A strong alpha male showing a fallen woman that she’s worth more than she thinks she is? Usually by being spectacular in bed,’ she said pointedly, waggling an eyebrow at him.

He snorted and shook his head. ‘What kind of books have you been reading?’

‘Actually, I don’t read as much as I used to. I never seem to have the time, what with my job being so all-consuming. But I have a vivid