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trials?’
    â€˜Why not?’
    â€˜Involve women in our brainstorming sessions?’
    â€˜Of course.’
    â€˜Persuade me.’
    Quinn’s eyes were dark and smoky; how she longed to. But this was her chance; she couldn’t blow it. ‘Okay. So, women want to buy your products because they’re dependable,exciting and they can trust them—but women want to command attention too. They want to look sharp—they want to be in control.’
    â€˜And they want to do all this while they’re sitting behind a typewriter knocking three bells out of their expensive manicure?’
    â€˜And so the ad has to say to them,’ Magenta drove on determinedly, ‘You’re in charge!’
    â€˜That’s a dangerous line to take.’
    â€˜Are you telling me men are so fragile they can’t survive a challenge from a strong woman?’ She held Quinn’s gaze. Feeling strong whilst pulsating with lust was confusing, to say the least.
    â€˜You’re a strong woman, Magenta.’
    â€˜Yes, I am.’ She knew Quinn was testing her, looking for cracks in her defences. He knew she wanted him to yank her close and devour her with kisses. ‘But I’m only one example of a strong woman,’ she told him coolly. ‘I’m sure there are many others right here in this office.’
    â€˜Some men don’t find strong women attractive.’
    And you, Quinn? Magenta longed to ask him, but she already knew the answer. Quinn was highly sexed—hot, feral, dangerous. Her body was ringing proof of that. Of course he liked strong women. Quinn would like the challenge of subduing them.
    â€˜I never discount a woman’s needs.’
    â€˜If you do, it’s your loss.’ She had thought he was talking about business, but as Quinn’s lips curved she realised he was teasing her and that his mind was on anything but business. It was time to sharpen up that sleep-deprived brain of hers and take this battle to the next level.
    â€˜Why don’t you get two glasses and we’ll have a drink?’ Quinn suggested. A sexy grin played around his lips. ‘You should take some down-time occasionally.’
    Yes, she could go with that—she could let drink fuzz hermind and make that her excuse for giving the green light to Quinn’s white-hot charm offensive—but she wanted more out of life than fleeting satisfaction. ‘I’m good. I’d like to finish this work so it’s ready for you to see in the morning.’ That was the right thing to do. She should remain strong.
    She should do a lot of things, Magenta reflected as her body melted like butter when Quinn closed his hands on her arms. Business was one thing, but this was something very different, and she was tired of keeping up a front. She was tired full-stop, and felt dreamy and reckless… And Quinn was…Quinn.
    â€˜Better?’ he murmured, curving a smile as he dropped a kiss on her mouth.
    She sucked in a ragged breath, exclaiming softly somewhere deep in her throat as Quinn deepened the kiss. This was some dream. His hands were lazily coasting down her back while her responses were quickly changing from tentative to hungry and on to greed.
    She almost staggered when he stepped back.
    He steadied her and then gave her a mocking look.
    â€˜Why?’ she said, feeling hurt and confusion overwhelm her. She never lost control, except for this one time.
    â€˜Because you’re tense.’
    She got what she deserved. Magenta passed her hand across her lust-swollen lips and then kept it there as if she could hide her arousal. They both liked to be in control, but Quinn was far better at this than she was. She was hardly a practised siren, and even in a dream her skills hadn’t improved in that direction.
    Quinn moved behind her and she tensed as his warm hands found the tender spot on the nape of her neck where all the stress had collected.
    â€˜I told you