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acknowledgement. ‘High praise indeed from Miss Read who teaches English. Thank you, but I’ll wait to accept it until I know my car is still in one piece.’
    ‘Trust is what he needs. And feeling special is what Jennifer needs. The difference in them in three weeks is amazing.’
    ‘And what does Elisabeth need?’ He leaned against the counter next to her, his smile sexy as ever, even with his face still smudged with flour.
    ‘Nothing.’ She turned back to her bowl of dough. ‘And I’m going to say no to whatever you suggest, so you might as well give up.’
    ‘Ah, but the challenge is half the fun. Until you say yes, of course. Then we’ll both start having fun.’
    ‘Did you learn how to flirt at boarding-school? Because grown-up women don’t usually fall for lines like that.’
    ‘There weren’t any women at school besides the masters’ wives. Another reason I hated it there.’
    She gathered the dough together into a loose ball and put it on the floured counter. ‘I’m surprised you chose to volunteer your time in a school if you hated your own school days so much.’
    ‘I didn’t choose. My publicist suggested it. I’m glad she did. I never thought teaching could be so enjoyable.’
    The man could make anything sound suggestive. He lit a flame under a pan of water, put a bowl into it, and started breaking squares of dark chocolate into the bowl.
    It was just as she’d suspected, then: this whole thing was a bid for publicity. Angus MacAllister hadn’t suddenly discovered an urge to help others.
    But as she’d said, whatever his motivation, he was helping Jennifer and Danny.
    ‘You must be having a great time teaching them how to trash a kitchen in under five minutes,’ she said.
    ‘Why did you leave the room to laugh?’
    Damn. He’d figured her out.
    ‘Because you set me up to be the bad cop,’ she explained. ‘If you’re the jokey, rebellious one, I have to be the strict one. The kids expect it. If we let all the rules disappear, they wouldn’t know how to act.’
    ‘Ah. We work well together, don’t we?’
    ‘Yes, we do.’ She said it because it was the truth. But it felt like admitting something.
    ‘Here, do me a favour and taste this for me?’
    Angus plucked a strawberry from a plate, dipped it into the bowl of chocolate and held it out to her. The deep red fruit was covered in dark melted chocolate. It was at the level of her mouth.
    She looked at his face. His words had been casual, but his expression was serious except for a tiny glint of mischief in his grey eyes. He was sexy, he was dangerous, and he was fun.
    And he didn’t want her to taste the chocolate. He wanted her to taste him.
    Her mouth was watering.
    We’re at school, she thought. Nothing can happen. The kids will be back in a minute and it will be like this never happened. And I so, so want to.
    She leaned forward, opened her mouth, and touched the tip of her tongue to the tip of the strawberry. She heard Angus draw in a breath.
    The chocolate was warm and rich and it wasn’t what she really wanted. Elisabeth leaned forward a little more and let Angus feed her the strawberry, the tips of his fingers nearly touching her lips.
    The taste exploded in her mouth. The juicy soul of summer, overlaid with chocolate as sweet as temptation. Pure pleasure. Her eyes fluttered shut as she savoured the fruit, and she knew that Angus was watching her. Knew he’d wanted to give her pleasure. Knew this was part of his seduction.
    Feeding her was intimate, sexual. And only a faint echo of what it would feel like to have his tongue in her mouth, his hands on her skin, his body thrusting into her.
    When she opened her eyes again, the strawberry gone, she saw Angus watching her face. Close, intense, his eyes hooded, mischief replaced by desire. He’d look this way when they made love.
    ‘You have chocolate on your mouth,’ he murmured, and brushed his thumb over her lower lip. His skin was warmer than the chocolate, somehow