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chapter 1
Martine was late , and in a hurry , so she leapt out of her taxi and ran across the pavement towards the mayfair restaurant, too intent to notice the man in evening gress who got out of a parked car on the other side of the road and headed in the same direction.
there was a moment when either of them could have held back, but, although they glanced briefly at each other, neither of them stopped. Martine thought she was nearer and would get there first; but he moved faster.
they collided in the revolving door. which promptly jammed-with them crushed together inside one section. Martine looked up, her eyes as stormily green as norhthern ses. the eyes that met hers were black, cold, irritated.
"if you back out, that will free the door!" said a deep, dark voice with a faint accent which she couldn't identify.
it was all his fault, and martine didnt like his pereptory tone. or the fact she had been forced so close to him. you could'nt have got a sheet of paper between them. in fact-which meant that his body actually touched hers, making her veryaware of his powerful buld. he might be wearing civilised evening dress but underneath it was a distinctly primitive body: six feet of muscle and bone and smooth, tanned skin, a face that could have been carved out of granite.
"there's no point in arguing about whose fault it is!" he bit out. "just wriggle backwards"
"any wriggling can be done by you." martine informed him.
just because she was almost a foot shorter than him, fine-boned and slender, he needn't imagine that she was a hlpless female and a pushover. sha wasnt backing out, even if it meant they stayed jammed in this door all night.
he stared down into her angry gren eyes, and she bristled like a cat faced with danger, the hair standing up on the back of her neck.
something about the arrogant tilt of his head, the sleek black hair, the cool eyes, reminded of her a man she had once loved, but who had walked out on her to marry a girl with a rich parents. three years had gone by since then and martine had dated other men, but never fallen inlove like that again, and never meant to. she had been badly hurt once. she didn't intend to repeat the experience.
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