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that he had been giving her at least some consideration.
    She sat back, frowning heavily. He'd let her off the hook with Jeremy. He'd had the chance to do her some real damage, to put in the knife and twist it, and yet he'd refrained. But why?
    That was the question for which she could find no answer.
    But it certainly wasn't out of the kindness of his heart, she thought sombrely. She'd seen him in action on television, after all, reducing some luckless politician to a shadow of his former self with total ruthlessness.
    Admittedly she'd never been a regular viewer of the programme, because she'd no real taste for blood sports, which was probably why she hadn't recognised him at once.
    On the other hand, she couldn't have expected to come face to face with a media celebrity on her first day in London, when all she'd been able to think of was Jeremy anyway.
    She supposed that the reason she'd got off lightly so far was that he kept his steel for worthier foes than herself.
    But that could change at any time, she acknowledged without pleasure, remembering the hard lines of his mouth, and the cold silvery glint in his eyes.
    Yet his mouth could soften to warmth and charm. She'd seen it do so with other women—or at least the blonde he'd been wining and dining the other night.
    She closed her eyes with a slight shiver, trying to banish that particular memory, and instead found herself wondering how his lips would feel—if they touched hers—in a kiss. How it would be to stand held intimately close against his lean body.
    For a moment she could almost breathe the fresh, salty scent of his skin, that she'd fleetingly encountered when he'd stood behind her at the window, that first morning at his house.
    Until this moment she'd never realised that she had such total physical recall, making her body stir and warm with sudden, devastating need..
    She leaned back in her chair, hands clasped behind her head, allowing the crisp material of her shirt to stretch tan across her hardening nipples. Imagining, as her body slackened—moistened—that it was the brush of a man's fingers—his mouth—his tongue creating this arousing torment.
    But what man?
    Olivia shot bolt-upright, her mouth dry, her heart pounding.
    My God, she thought, am I going crazy? Only a few hours ago I was reunited with Jeremy, the man I love. The man I plan to spend the rest of my life with. Now I'm having sexual fantasies about a guy I don't even like. What's happening here?
    She could not, of course, deny that Declan Malone was a seriously attractive man, with a high-flying career that only added to his charisma.
    But what she was experiencing was the shameful equivalent of a schoolgirl crush, she told herself forcefully. People were being turned on all the time by complete strangers. That was how rock singers and film stars made their money. Yet that was safe—and harmless.
    Contemplating what Declan Malone would be like in bed was not. That bordered on emotional infidelity to Jeremy.
    And if the evening had gone according to plan it would have been Jeremy's arms around her in total reality, she reminded herself. Jeremy kissing and arousing her to the point where sanity crumbled and left only sensation.
    But of course it hadn't worked out like that at all.
    No point in pretending their reunion hadn't been a letdown. All her high hopes left stranded.
    But she could hardly have expected Jeremy to jettison a business engagement in order to spend time with her, she told herself resolutely. Nor would she have allowed him to do so.
    What niggled was that he hadn't even offered to rearrange his schedule for her sake. All she'd got was a vague promise for the future…
    Olivia drew a deep breath. For heaven's sake, she wasn't giving him a chance, she reproved herself. After all, she was (he one who'd chosen to pop up unexpectedly, and she had to live with the consequences.
    And poor Jeremy was probably just as frustrated as she was...
    And that's exactly what's wrong,