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as if he were never going to let her go.
    He was strong and he held her steady and little aftershocks of satisfaction coursed through her body. But her good sense was growing. And now that her brain had got rid of the massive amounts of hormones pumping through it she remembered that she, Jane Miller, did not do things like this. She was not a wild sexual creature. She was … quite a bit less than that.
    And up until five days ago, she’d been engaged to another man.
    She shifted a little bit in Jay’s embrace and he gentlyset her down on the floor. He kissed her once more before she felt him slipping out of her, and he stepped back to take care of the condom.
    And who was he, anyway? He was beautiful, and she liked him. Jane pulled up the strap of her dress and watched as a slight wry grimace crossed his face as he removed the condom.
    Scratch that, she liked him a lot.
    But she worked with him. In fact, he worked for her; she was his employer. And what they’d done was way, way beyond the professional.
    He tossed the condom into a nearby bin and then looked back at her with that warm, humorous grin.
    ‘That was the best idea I have ever had,’ he said.
    He looked quite ridiculously happy, even with his trousers and underwear still pooled around his shoe-clad feet, and Jane swallowed. She really did like him a lot. But that didn’t mean that this had been a good idea, at all.
    Her career was all she had left, and she’d jeopardised it, yet again, by mixing it up with her love life.
    She bit her lip, and ran her hands through her untidy hair.
    Jay was kicking off his shoes, and then he pulled up his boxers and trousers. The sex-saturated part of her was sorry to lose the sight of his naked lower half, butthe sensible part of her was relieved, because she didn’t need any more temptation tonight.
    ‘So what would you like to do now?’ he asked her cheerfully. ‘Shall we go find something to eat, or would you like to explore the rest of that fant—?’
    He stopped abruptly when he met her gaze, and she saw his expression transform from happiness to concern. He closed the small distance between them.
    ‘Jane? Are you all right?’
    She cleared her throat, because she wanted her voice to be steady when she told him she was going to have to leave. ‘I’m fine. But, Jay—’
    He frowned. ‘Don’t call me that, sweetheart. Not while we’re alone.’
    Jane frowned back at him. ‘What do you want me to call you?’
    ‘By my real name.’ He tilted his head in that way he had and gave her a half-smile, straightening the strap of her dress.
    ‘What’s your real name?’
    He looked as if he was about to laugh, and then he apparently read the confusion on her face, because he stopped and shook his head. ‘You’re funny, Jane, but it’s not a game now.’
    Something was wrong. Her stomach sank, felt cold. Jane stepped around him, away from the wall, so shewasn’t so close. ‘What do you mean, a game? This wasn’t a game.’
    Jay’s beautiful face was just about the most expressive thing she’d ever seen. The look on it now made her feel even colder; it was dawning dismay.
    ‘Oh, my God,’ he said.
    ‘What’s going on, Jay?’ she asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest. As if that could erase what they’d just done.
    ‘You don’t know who I am, do you?’
    ‘You’re Jay Richard, the model we hired for the Franco cologne campaign. Except you said that’s not your real name.’
    Had he been deceiving her, somehow? Playing with her? Anger began to filter in, nearly as strong as her mounting panic. ‘Have you lied to me?’
    ‘I—’ Jay ran his hands through his hair. ‘Jane, I’m Jonny.’
    ‘You’re—’
    She felt her legs wobble underneath her and she grabbed at the bathroom door handle, the nearest solid object. Jay—no, wait, Jonny—put his hand out to steady her, but she backed away from him.
    ‘Jonny?’ she gasped. ‘Jonathan Cole? My Jonny?’
    ‘Yeah. I—I thought you