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keen.’
    ‘Did you want me to be keen?’
    ‘I…’ Words failed her as he moved closer. She could feel his gaze touching her mouth, sparks shooting across through her flesh and settling themselves between her legs.
    ‘Truth or dare, Nic. Did you want me?’
    Oh, god. This was one truth she could not face. Instead, she did the only thing she could.
    She sprinted into her office. And then she locked the door

Chapter Six
    Of all the reactions he’d expected, which ranged from a slap in the face through to a full-on, no holds barred legs around his waist and tongue in his mouth kiss, running away wasn’t in the mix. Shaking his head, Sebastian frowned to himself as he skimmed a hand over the bodywork of the Dino. There wasn’t any point in pretending now that the tension fizzing between them didn’t exist.
    If anything, it was accelerating, and the last few minutes had given it a decidedly adult twist. Because of Nic’s accident, last night they’d done little more than flirt with the edges of their chemistry. They could have shrugged it off, ignored it, let the dust settle over it until it became one of those almost moments. But not anymore.
    Now he was determined to see exactly what she was so afraid of. And exactly what she had hidden under that clinging cotton. Her breasts weren’t big, he knew, but they were beautifully shaped, and she had those incredibly toned arms and shoulders, and sexy runner’s legs.
    He’d get to those later, however, after they’d talked. Daring her to kiss him hadn’t been part of his plan for the day, but when the opportunity had presented itself, he hadn’t thought twice about it, and he had no intention of spending the next few weeks dodging the issue, having to watch everything he said, everything he did. He fancied her, and he was pretty sure the attraction was mutual.
    So, what were they going to do about it? Sebastian knew what he’d like to do. Striding over to the office, he lifted his hand to open the door, then thought better of it and knocked. ‘Nic, we need to talk.’
    ‘What about?’
    ‘Whatever the hell this is.’
    The door swung open. She’d pulled on her overalls, scraped back her hair, and there was a mug in her hand. ‘It isn’t anything. We played truth or dare. I picked dare. You suggested something totally inappropriate and unprofessional, and I reacted accordingly.’ Her jaw was set hard, but her dark eyes were wide and wary. She looked a like a cornered cat.
    Sebastian blocked the doorway, hoping she wouldn’t scratch his eyes out. ‘Why did you pick the dare?’
    ‘What sort of question is that?’
    ‘One you’re going to answer.’ And he wasn’t going to move out of the way until she did.
    ‘What is this? The Spanish Inquisition? You don’t know anything about me, Sebastian. Stop acting like you do.’
    ‘I know enough,’ Sebastian informed her curtly. ‘You’re a petrol head. You hug Ferrari’s when you think no-one’s looking. You dress like a boy because you’re terrified of men, but what I don’t know is why.’
    ‘I am not terrified of men!’ Her hands on her hips, she gave him an angry, challenging glare.
    ‘Yes you are.’ Sebastian reached out and touched a strand of hair hanging loose by her cheek. She smacked his hand away. ‘See? But I like you, Nic. I think you’re seriously cool. So tell me the truth. Did you want me to make a pass at you last night?’
    Her chin slammed into her chest, and her cheeks turned the same colour as her Ferrari. ‘Yes,’ she mumbled. Sebastian thought about pretending he hadn’t heard, making her say it again, louder, clearer, but decided he wasn’t that cruel.
    ‘But you didn’t,’ she continued, her voice a little louder. ‘And that’s fine. I can take a hint.’ She moved away from the door, turning her back to him as she fiddled with the coffee maker. ‘God, this is embarrassing. Can we pretend that last night and this morning never happened?’
    Sebastian moved into