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what I’d already imagined he looked like under there. His flat stomach was
seriously toned with that delicious dip over his hips and there was a slight
smattering of dark hair trailing down his pelvis towards his jeans button. I
felt my fingers flex at my side as they longed to reach out and run down that
trail and follow to the pot of gold that lay at the end of it. ‘Take off your
jacket and lift up your arms,’ he ordered.
    ‘Ok.’ I surprised myself by doing as I was told.
He had a real authoritative air about him and it was like I had no option but
to just do as I was told. I noticed his tongue flick across his full bottom lip
as I pushed my shoulders back, forcing my breasts forward as I slid my jacket
down my arms. My nipples were virtually stabbing his chest they were that pert.
He held out his free hand and I passed him my jacket, which he draped over my
case.
    ‘Arms,’ he barked. I lifted automatically and he
stepped closer and started to pull his jumper over the top of them. I wanted to
lean forward and bite that nipple that was showing through his t-shirt, it was
right at mouth level, but his jumper made its way down my face and instead I
breathed him in. It was the nicest smell of any man’s clothes I’d ever smelled,
not that I went around sniffing men’s clothes deliberately, like some secret
clothes sniffing pervert, but of any of the guys I’d dated, this scent
just hit me right in my core. He tugged it and smoothed it down with his hands
as I looked at his large biceps. He worked out, that much was obvious, I’d
never seen anyone so male.
    ‘ You’ll freeze,’ I whispered as he
straightened up.
    ‘I’m hot enough,’ he smiled with another wink. The
gulp I took that time emptied my mouth of all saliva leaving me parched, for
water and him. He was hot enough.
    ‘Thank you.’
    ‘All part of the service, Miss Baxter. Come,’ he
signalled to the rocky path that followed the shoreline with his head, but I
staggered at his second request for me to “come” and he reached out and
steadied me. He looked down at my heels and frowned. ‘You don’t get out of the
city much, do you?’
    ‘That obvious?’
    ‘You’ll break your neck in those heels on this
path and we can’t have that, not on your first day, what would you do for the
remaining twenty-seven?’
    ‘I’d have you to call on to tend to my every
need,’ I laughed.
    ‘Yes, but I think I’d prefer you without broken
limbs. Here,’ he outstretched his left arm. ‘Hop up onto my hip and wrap your
arms and legs around me.’
    ‘I can’t do that,’ I exclaimed.
    ‘Why not?’
    ‘It’s inappropriate and you’re also carrying my
heavy case.’
    ‘This thing?’ he laughed as he picked it up and
waved it about like a rag. ‘Trust me, I can manage the both of you.’
    ‘That still doesn’t address the appropriateness
issue.’
    ‘You’d prefer to break something and spend your
first week of your holiday in hospital?’
    ‘No, but …’
    ‘Very well,’ he interrupted. ‘Either hop up or
I’ll have no option but to throw you over my shoulder. Either way, it’s the
only way you’re making it to that house.’
    ‘This is so far beyond appropriate, does the owner
know that this is what you offer?’ I asked with a scowl. ‘It’s verging on
sexual harassment, I could …’ I screamed as he interrupted me mid-flow and
hoisted me up over his left shoulder and started to walk, with my suitcase in
his right hand. ‘Put me down,’ I shrieked.
    ‘I will when we get there,’ he laughed. ‘You were
saying it’s verging on sexual harassment and you could what?’
    ‘Sue you,’ I hissed.
    ‘Sue me for being chivalrous?’
    ‘Yes,’ I mumbled, aware how ridiculous that
sounded, giving all he’d been was gentlemanly since we’d met.
    ‘Then maybe you should take that up with the
owner, but I’m sure he’d prefer you arrived safely on a shoulder than break
something and sue him for a personal accident