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‘So, Miss Henderson, beneath that marshmallow appearance of yours beats a heart of steel, does it?’

Poppy looked at him indignantly. ‘Marshmallow? What’s that supposed to mean?’

By now Fergus definitely looked as though he was enjoying himself. ‘All that pale, fluffy hair—and all that muck you’ve got plastered around your eyes. And that sticky-looking stuff on your mouth—you look just like a sugar-coated piece of confectionery!’

There was a long pause.

Well. She could tell him what he could do with his typewriter and head for the door. Or could she? No other agency would touch her, with such little experience. And she did need the job.

Poppy dropped her handbag over the back of the nearest chair with a fluid movement. She needed the job, and he needed a secretary.

She gave him the benefit of a sweetly innocent smile. ‘If I look like a sugar-coated piece of confectionery, Dr Browne, then your shirt looks like the crumpled-up bit of wrapper from it! And now, if we’ve finished our little chat, perhaps we could get on with some work?’

He opened his mouth, and shut it again. How wonderful to see him looking so nonplussed!