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"I want you know our budget for this project as soon as possible." he shot out.

"I’ll talk to the account manager,"

"Better had," he agreed evenly. "Because I'll be back here if I don't get it on time."

If anything could be designed to make her act swiftly, it was the thought that this man would be intruding on her space for any longer than was absolutely necessary. The office, which by any standards was a spacious room, seemed suddenly to have been constricted to the dimensions of a shoebox.

On legs which felt like cotton wool, Vivian rose to her feet. "I’ll go and see to it straight away."

"Thank you" He watched her graceful movement as she swayed out of the room, the pert line of her bottom thrusting with tantalizing appeal against the material of her gown, and wondered what kind of life she led outside the office. Was she lonely? Or was there a man who ran his fingers through the thick, shiny splendor of her hair in bed at night? There must be. A woman like that did not look as