‘False …’ she managed.
Right now she needed to get away from the pheromone onslaught—she wasn’t avoiding the discussion. Much …
‘If you say so.’ Slinging the jacket over his shoulder, he headed towards her. ‘And, Imogen? One more thing?’
‘Yes?’
Oh, hell—he was getting closer. Why weren’t her feet moving? Heading towards the door and the waiting taxi? Instead her ridiculous heels appeared superglued to the carpet as her heart pounded in her ribcage. A hint of his earthy scent tickled her nostrils, and still her stupid feet wouldn’t obey her brain’s commands.
His body was so warm … his eyes held hers in thrall. Hardly able to breathe, she clocked his hand rising, and as he touched her lower lip heat shot through her body.
A shadow fleeted across his face and he stepped backwards, his arm dropping to his side.
‘Don’t forget to smile,’ he said.
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