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you have preferred an audience?’ Quinn demanded as their colleagues filed out.

      ‘It doesn’t matter to me either way.’ She would carry through with this whatever happened, though a few-dozen chaperones would have been nice. And safer.

      ‘So? Where do we begin?’ Quinn demanded.

      ‘With a warm towel to soften your bristles before I shave you.’

      ‘You’ll be using a safety razor, I presume?’

      ‘Would you prefer I used a cutthroat? ‘

      Quinn laughed. Magenta doubted anything qualified as ‘safe’ if Quinn had anything to do with it. The thought of touching him, let alone massaging him with her inexperienced fingers, was a mountain she had to climb without a safety rope in sight. ‘There’s just one thing.’

      ‘Which is?’

      ‘You won’t—’

      ‘I won’t what? ‘ Quinn demanded.

      ‘You won’t try to kiss me? ‘ Magenta blurted awkwardly.

      ‘You don’t want me to? ‘

      ‘I don’t want any surprises—I don’t want my hand to shake, or I might cut you.’

      ‘You really know how to charm a man, don’t you?’

      No. That was one thing that was completely outside her area of expertise.

      ‘I don’t plan to surprise you, Magenta.’

      ‘Good.’

      ‘I don’t plan to kiss you either.’

       Bad.

      ‘Are you ready? ‘ Quinn demanded. ‘I don’t have all day.’

      The damp towel had been warmed in the prescribed manner and she took the greatest pleasure in winding it tightly around Quinn’s face.

      ‘It helps if I can breathe! ‘ he exclaimed, rearranging it.

      ‘Sorry.’ And now she had a dilemma, Magenta realised as she rummaged through the products. Should she choose the Head Man toiletries, for the man who was a man’s man from nine to five and a lady’s man after six? Well, Quinn was hardly a nine-to-five man, and so far there had been no sign of any ladies.

      So, how about men who wore English Leather or nothing at all?

      Magenta’s appreciative gaze swept down Quinn’s muscular form. She mustn’t even think that way.

      How about something called Inferno? The shout line was enough to put her off: if she doesn’t give it to you, get it for yourself. Cologne seemed a poor substitute for the type of gift that ad was hinting at.

      ‘Well, have you chosen a product range to trial on me yet?’ Quinn demanded impatiently.

      ‘Yes, I have, actually. Something called Forbidden Fruit.’

      ‘Sounds reasonable.’

      ‘“The Lime of Least Resistance”.’

      Quinn’s lips tugged and Magenta could hardly keep her face straight. The sixties ad lines were really corny. If she couldn’t come up with something better, it was time to get out of the business—though, of course, her knowledge of the future should give her team a head start.

      Was that cheating? Not really; it was just good business sense, Magenta reasoned. ‘Ready? ‘ she asked Quinn.

      ‘As I’ll ever be,’ he told her dryly.

      Soaping Quinn was fun, shaving him less so, but only because he put her on edge and she was genuinely frightened of cutting him. And, far from being softened by the hot towel, his stubble remained just as dense and sharp as it had been when she started the process. Plus, she had to lean in very close, which made her even more aware of him, especially when each time she pulled back it was to find Quinn’s disturbing stare levelled on her face. He had the most beautiful face—strong, clean lines and a healthy complexion. And those lips.

      She had never been so intimate with a man before and felt her whole body respond as her hands adopted a new, caressing touch as she positioned Quinn on the padded head-rest. She couldn’t help her breasts brushing his arm as she worked and the feel of Quinn beneath her hands was intoxicating. She had to concentrate very hard indeed on this trial.

      ‘Not bad,’ he admitted, testing his chin when she’d finished. ‘I might keep you on.’

      ‘You should be so lucky.’ She laughed nervously, only now realising how tense she had become.

      ‘Don’t forget the massage—that’s my favourite part,’ Quinn insisted. ‘And I can hardly be expected to give my verdict on the products until I’ve sampled all of them.’

      ‘Of course.’

      ‘Warm the cream in your hands first.’

      The air stilled between them as she picked up the container and poured a little of the cream onto her hands. She warmed it between her palms as Quinn had suggested, and the sliding sound of cream on skin was yet another reminder that she was batting well out of her league.

      ‘Don’t be shy,’ Quinn advised her dryly.

      ‘I’m not shy.’ She started tentatively at first and then grew bolder. She closed her eyes, allowing her fingers to map the shape of Quinn’s face. She wanted to imprint every detail on her mind so she could remember this moment whatever happened next. Quinn’s brow, his ears, his neck, his lips—nothing was forbidden to her and she indulged herself to the full.

      It was Quinn who brought the session to an end. Operating the lever at the side of his chair, he sat up. ‘I always suspected you were a dark horse.’

      ‘Did I do something wrong?’

      ‘On the contrary, that was the most sensuous massage I have ever experienced.’

      ‘But what about the product? ‘

      ‘What about the product? ‘

      ‘You’re supposed to be assessing it.’

      ‘I thought I just had. Write it up,’ he said, removing the protective sheet from his neck and handing it to her. ‘Give yourself full credit. I’ll expect your report on my desk by lunchtime today, Magenta.’

      ‘And you’ll listen to the ideas of my team now?’ She held her breath.

      ‘I gave you my word, didn’t I?’

      She wanted to leap up and kiss him, but of course she had more sense.

      ‘Anyone stand out for you? ‘ Quinn demanded on his way out of the door.

      So many of the girls had flair she hardly knew where to begin. ‘Nancy, Maria, Josie—’ Oh, to hell with it. ‘If you could just give them all a chance.’

      ‘And?’ Quinn said, suspecting there was something more.

      ‘Equal pay with the men?’

      ‘You don’t want much,’ he said wryly.

       No, but while he was in a good mood she was going to ask for it.

      ‘All of these things have to be earned,’ Quinn observed. ‘Regardless of gender.’

      ‘So you’d consider making changes? ‘

      ‘When I do, you’ll be the first to hear.’

      ‘Thank you.’

      ‘Don’t thank me—you’ll be typing up the memos. If you can’t take the heat, you’d better get out of the kitchen, Magenta.’

      ‘I can take it.’ Yes. Yes! Oh boy, could she take it. This was an incredible turnaround from the most intransigent

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