‘Get in the car,’ he repeated impatiently. ‘I’m enjoying the walk.’ ‘Maybe you were—but not any more, I think. You’re hot. Or at least you look it,’ he added. She could feel the heat in her cheeks and the stickiness of her skin beneath her sundress and as he spoke she could feel another slow trickle of sweat as it meandered down her back. He was right—she was absolutely baking—but surely getting into a car with him was the worst possible solution. Yet wouldn’t it look slightly pathetic if she refused his offer of a lift—especially when they were both heading for the same place? And what about all those little pep talks she’d been giving herself about managing to resist him? ‘Okay.’ She gave a little shrug and a small smile. ‘Why not? Thanks.’ Sliding into the low leather seat, she attempted to swing her legs into the car without showing too much flesh, but it wasn’t easy—especially when she was feeling this self-conscious and knowing that he was watching her.
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