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“Don’t you dare come near me!” she cried.

“I have to come near you,” he said reasonably. “It’s a very small room.”

“I have a toasting fork!” she said, fumbling for her leather reticule. “I will use it!”

With shaking hands, she brought it out.

Julian tried not to laugh. “I have nothing to say to you, madam, that your toasting fork cannot hear,” he assured her, wrapping her up in his arms.

“What do you think you are doing?” she squeaked.

He didn’t bother to answer. Instead, he kissed her on the mouth, leaning her so far back over the desk that she was afraid of falling. Startled, Viola grasped the desk to keep her balance, and the fork clattered to the desktop as his mouth moved freely over hers. His lips felt strange and warm as he tasted her. The sensation sent a shock of awareness through her entire body.

“Brute!” she gasped in absolute disbelief.

“I have been wanting to do that since the first moment I saw you,” he murmured. “And, just so you know, it was everything I imagined it would be….”