there was tension,â he said, proving how skilled he was at clearing her mind of anything but sensation.
She didnât argue as he began to massage the stiffnessaway. She doubted anyone could move away from that touch. Quinnâs breath was warm on the back of her neck and his body was only a breath away. She exhaled unsteadily. Quinn was making it impossible to think. Did he know how powerfully he affected her, how her body yearned for him? She wanted him. She hadnât even thought about her curves before, let alone that they would fit Quinnâs hands so wellâif only he would touch her.
âWhy donât you talk me through your work plan for the rest of the week, Magenta?â
He could switch tracks in an instant, leaving her reeling in his wake. Sheâd been right to be wary, and now it took several valuable seconds to get her brain in gear. âIâve typed up a work plan which Iâve left in your office. Shall I get it for you?â
âThat wonât be necessary.â
Quinn liked this game. He liked playing with her. And from what sheâd seen of him so far Quinn only ever played to win. âIâd like you to see it,â she said, breaking away. âI want you to know I wonât let you down.â
âYou wonât get the chance. There can be no special favours because youâre new to the job, Magenta. I expect the same productivity from you that I expect from the other girls. More, in fact, because I made the decision to put you in charge.â
Which was why she had made sure to be prepared. Going into the office, she retrieved her list and passed it to Quinn, who scanned it briefly before handing it back to her.
âYouâre going?â She watched Quinn shrug on his overcoat.
âDid you expect me to stay?â
Anger consumed her. Quinn knew just how to work her. She would have to move a lot faster if she were to avoid becoming his puppetâthe woman who could not only knock up an excellent coffee on demand, or a spreadsheet or two, but who could also oblige Quinn in more personal areas of his life. What he needed was a strong woman to take him inhand, Magenta concluded. She had always believed she was strongâbut was she strong enough?
Quinnâs laughing eyes put that challenge directly to her. âWeâll have a lot on tomorrow, Magenta. Iâll expect you in the office first thing, and I will make no allowances for the fact that youâre working late on your own project.â
âOf course not.â You unrepentant barbarian , she thought, smiling pleasantly. âSleep well.â
âI will.â And I wouldnât go to bed with you if you were the last man on earth , she thought, holding the smile. Unless you asked me nicely.
She refused to notice how attractively Quinnâs lips pressed down. âI almost forgot this,â he said.
âWhat is it?â she said, gazing at the plain-brown paper bag.
âA sandwich. In case you get hungry while youâre working.â One last amused glance, and Quinn stepped inside the lift doors.
He knew she wanted him, Magenta realised. He no doubt also knew she was a complete novice where men were concerned. This was shaping up to be one hell of a fight. Whichever world they inhabited, she always liked a challenge.
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Fortunately you could still flag down a cab in the sixties. If anything, the streets were calmer and the traffic far less frantic. Even the pavements were in better repair. And for a sixties buff like Magenta even the smallest detail, like a billboard featuring a youthful Elvis Presley in his latest film, was a source of the utmost fascination. But there were some things she couldnât get used to: the lack of central heating in her house, the ice on the inside of the bathroom window, a bed that made her feel like the filling in a particularly well-chilled sandwich.
Tucking herself in beneath a cumbersome sheet, and several