By Sarah Mayberry
He is every thing she despises--a babe magnet with extra notches on his belt than a millipede has legs. And he thinks his coworker is wound so tightly she irons her lingerie at night.Two humans could not be extra apart.But whilst Jack Brook and Claire Marsden get caught in a sweltering elevator one afternoon, it is a diverse tale. by the point they're rescued, Jack and Claire have swapped confidences and oh, they have had the main extraordinary intercourse in their lives!Back within the workplace they are nonetheless butting heads over tasks, yet now there is a heightened understanding further to the combo. With this type of stress within the air, how can they face up to one other around of attractive indulgence?
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Claire slumped a little lower in her seat. Was she the only member of the sisterhood who was immune to Jack's flashy charms? "You say yes, we'll see what happens," Jack warned her. Claire almost gasped with outrage as he reached across and plucked the pencil from Jenny's hands. "I'm going to keep this as a souvenir," he said cheekily, sauntering over to take a seat beside Claire. Page 15 A delighted peal of laughter sounded from Jenny Bell. " It was like James Bond and Ms. Moneypenny , only he was licensed to make her feel ill.
She was going to be sick. She was truly going to puke her guts up all over Morgan Beck's polished walnut desk. "Sure, Morgan, I've got a few projects on the go. But it sounds to me like you've got a done deal with Hillcrest already. And by the looks of things, Claire's put in all the hard yards on this project," Jack said. Underneath the sick feeling and the anger and the dread, she managed to be surprised at this response from Jack. He actually sounded uncomfortable, reluctant. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, people.
And then she saw her reflection in the polished steel elevator doors: a huge smear of lipstick raced up her cheek like some bizarre experiment in modern art. Groaning, she closed her eyes. Why did Jack Brook always have the last word? JACK STOODstaring at the closed elevator doors for a full twenty seconds. What was it with that uptight cow from the fifteenth floor? Claire Something-or-other, thatwas her name. Always frowning. Her lips always squished into nothingness. Her chin always high and haughty.