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back online at the verbal prompt. He was
giving her a way in—a conversation-starter. And she snatched at it like the last
molecule of oxygen on earth.
    ‘Yes,’ she said, then cleared her throat because it sounded
sappy and weak again. ‘I’m not very good at this—’
    ‘Boy,’ Tuck interrupted with a smile, ‘how’d that one go down?
Couldn’t have been easy to admit. I imagine you’re good at most things.’
    Cassie glared at his interruption—didn’t he know how hard this
was? ‘I’m good at everything …except this.’
    ‘And this is…?’
    Cassie took a deep breath. ‘This is me asking you to have sex.
With me.’
    It was blunt and gauche and totally unsexy—and Tuck had never
been more turned on in his life.
    ‘This is purely scientific, you understand?’ Cassie clarified
as Tuck continued to watch her with his blue eyes. ‘I seem to have developed
a…thing for your pheromones.’
    Tuck raised an eyebrow. ‘My pheromones?’
    ‘Yes. They’re chemicals the body emits—’
    Tuck chuckled, interrupting her. ‘I know what pheromones are,
Cassiopeia.’
    ‘Oh, right…yes, sorry. Well, I don’t know if you know this or
not, but you do smell pretty amazing.’
    Tuck smiled. ‘I have been told that a time or two before.’
    Cassie absorbed that information, missing the nuance in her bid
to get to the point. ‘Anyway…I find myself unable to concentrate on my work, and
Gina suggested that, because I’m a female in my sexual prime, my libido is
demanding to be…serviced…and that a spot of…copulation…might be the solution to
my problem.’
    Tuck felt his erection swell further. He should not be turned on by a woman in shapeless clothes
talking about servicing and copulation. Pretty, perky women with enhanced assets
and bold use of four-letter words were his staple turn-ons.
    And yet he was very turned on. ‘Copulation?’
    She nodded. ‘It’s all very logical, really.’
    Tuck made his way towards her, keeping his pace slow and lazy.
‘So this is you seducing me?’
    Cassie took a step back as his masculine scent drew her into
his wild pheromone cloud. ‘I…guess.’
    Tuck stopped when he was an arm’s length from her. He dropped
his gaze and took a slow tour of her body. It didn’t take long—there wasn’t a
lot he could make out. Her breasts, which he remembered very well from her
criss-cross dress last night, were vaguely discernible beneath a voluminous
T-shirt that proclaimed ‘Come to the nerd side. We have
Pi’.
    He smiled at the logo as he lifted a hand and fingered the
sleeve. ‘ This is what you wear to a seduction?’
    Cassie looked down. It hadn’t even occurred to her to change
her clothes. She’d got into her pyjamas an hour ago, after her second cold
shower. Gina would have a fit if she knew. ‘Oh. Yes. Guess it’s not very—’ she
swallowed ‘—sexy.’
    Tuck shrugged. ‘Funny can be sexy.’
    ‘It’s a tradition,’ she explained as his gaze roved all over
her shirt. It suddenly felt like it was on fire. ‘Gina, Reese and Marnie send me
geek T-shirts as a…it’s a joke…’ She petered out as she realised she was
babbling. ‘Sorry. Like I say, I’m not very good at this.’
    Tuck disagreed. Cassie’s unique approach was being very much
appreciated by one particular part of his body. ‘So,’ he murmured, his fingers
dropping from Cassie’s sleeve to stroke up and down her arm, ‘would you like the
standard copulation package or one of the many variations I offer?’
    Cassie pulled her arm away as an army of goose bumps marched
across her skin and a seductive waft of Tuck flared her nostrils. ‘Oh, I think
the standard will be fine.’ Her voice was husky again and she cleared it. ‘I
still have a paper to get back to. No time for variations.’
    Tuck smiled. A man with a less robust ego might have been
intimidated by her haste to be done with it. But he was not one to go for ‘copulation’ by the clock. And she’d given him a