![]() ![]() ‘Why don’t we go back to my apartment?’ Paul ran a finger along her full lower lip and smiled smoothly as her skin heated. Her flawless face between the wings of her sleekly swept up silver-blonde hair was rapt, her sapphire-blue eyes bright as the jewels in her ears. ‘Does it?’ Still unaccustomed to his compliments, Leah looked up at him with a shy uncertainty that was oddly at variance with her designer suit. ‘It gives me a real kick watching every male head turn when you walk by.’ ‘Most men stare at beautiful women…and you are exquisitely beautiful, my love,’ Paul murmured in a low, intimate tone, reaching for her slender-boned hand. ![]() ‘That man in the corner is staring at me!’ Leah bent her silver-blonde head, her face flushed and taut. You’re on the wrong side of town to be seen.’ ‘Sorry, I couldn’t get away.’ Short of breath, Leah dropped down on to a seat and couldn’t help spinning another glance around in fearful search of a familiar face. He stood up as she approached, tall, sophisticated and very attractive, and her heart swelled with pride. It was a relief to espy Paul’s golden head in a far corner. She was so terrified of being seen, recognised. A nervous tremor shot through her as she burrowed through the male clusters. She wasn’t tall enough to see past the clumps of business-suited men standing around. It was dark and crowded with lunchtime drinkers. ![]() WITH A FLEETING glance over her shoulder, Leah hurried down the steps and into the wine bar. ![]()
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