The Tycoon's Delicious Distraction. Maggie Cox

her composure. ‘Do you need any assistance with that?’ she asked.

      Hal’s golden eyes glimmered almost painfully.

      ‘Not to get undressed, no. But you might as well stay in here until I’m ready to get into the bath. Think you can do that?’

      ‘No problem.’ She sensed heat flare in her cheeks even before she answered.

      ‘I’ll put a towel round me to spare your blushes,’ he declared, his tone indisputably provocative. ‘Even though you’ve assured me that you’ve seen it all before.’

      Kit might have known he wouldn’t let her forget she’d said that. ‘Do you want me to put in some bath salts or foam?’ she enquired.

      ‘Some of that blue stuff on the shelf will do,’ he responded blithely, as if it scarcely mattered.