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Oh, God, he was planning to kiss her, and if he did she’d kiss him back. She knew she would.

‘You said you weren’t interested.’

‘I lied. I’m interested.’

‘No,’ she breathed, managing to sound outraged, sexy and needy all at the same time—which so wasn’t the plan.

‘Why not?’

‘I never mix business with pleasure,’ she said, focusing on one of the founding principles of her company, albeit a bit belatedly.

‘Neither do I. But the party’s over and we no longer have business together.’

‘We might. Hopefully.’

‘What does that have to do with now?’ he asked, his gaze roaming slowly, sensuously, over her features. ‘All I’m suggesting is a kiss.’

Yeah, right. Like they’d stop at a kiss. Like she’d be able to. A kiss would be the beginning.