The Virgin Secretary's Impossible Boss. Carole Mortimer

Andi snapped.

      ‘Then there’s no problem, is there?’ He dismissed her unconcerned.

      Andi drew in a sharp breath. ‘Have you shared a bed with any woman in the last twenty years or so and not made love with her?’

      ‘Of course I—’ Linus broke off his instant rebuttal to give the question careful consideration instead. ‘No, I never have,’ he finally conceded. ‘But I’m sure there has to be a first time for everything.’

      ‘Does there?’

      ‘You know, you’re really starting to irritate me now, Andi,’ he rasped harshly. ‘Okay, so you’re beautiful and you have a fantastic body—especially in those tight denims and that body-hugging green sweater you’re currently wearing—but that doesn’t mean I’m going to attempt to make love to you the moment I have you alone in a bed!’

      Andi’s thoughts were in turmoil. Linus thought she was beautiful and had a fantastic body…

      The knowledge almost made her want to groan out loud. It certainly made her completely aware of the tight denims and body-hugging green sweater she was currently wearing.

      ‘Well, that’s really helped to clarify the situation,’ she muttered disgustedly. ‘I’ll sleep in the chair.’

      Linus arched dark brows. ‘Trying to make me feel bad, Andi?’

      ‘Am I succeeding?’

      ‘No.’ He grimaced.

      ‘That’s what I thought.’ She gave a rueful nod.

      Andi looked at him searchingly, noting as she did so the lines of tiredness beside his eyes and mouth. Those sculptured lips that had surely been designed to drive a woman wild…

      Stop it, Andi, she instantly instructed herself firmly. Imagining what it would be like to be kissed by Linus, to feel his lips and hands on her body, really wasn’t helping this already fraught situation.