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caught up in something and I forget my manners. Let’s try again. I didn’t mean to summon you. I just wanted you to know the perfume was here. If they send it up here again, I’ll send Karen down to you with it.”
    “Thank you.” Emily brought her chin up. “I’d appreciate it.”
    Richard nodded, then really looked at her, deep into her eyes. His own eyes softened, and there was an appeal there that was hard to resist.
    Emily swallowed. “I’m sorry. I’m just touchy about...being bossed.”
    “I know. And I keep forgetting and trying to boss you. And not listening.” He smiled at her, and she smiled back automatically. Even if he was a deaf Hun, he had a sweet smile.
    He put down the report. “Please try the perfume on. Let’s see if it works.”
    “If you will,” she said, and he took the bottle from her and dabbed a couple of drops on the back of his hand.
    She sat down across from him. “It probably won’t work there. I think R & D said it needs heat for the chemical reaction.” She picked up the bottle and pulled out the stopper, then stroked it into the hollow between her breasts. He watched her, mesmerized, and then said in a strangled voice, “I wish you wouldn’t do that.”
    “It’s the warmest place I’ve got,” she said, and when he raised his eyebrows, she added, “For perfume, anyway,” and then blushed.
    He rubbed his fingers over the perfume on his hand. “There is a slight tingle. A little warmth.”
    The skin between her breasts grew warm and began to prickle slightly. Emily rubbed her finger over the tingle and shivered. It was somewhere between a tickle and heat, and she felt her skin respond and tighten. “Make a note never to put this stuff on any erogenous zone. This is like Spanish fly.”
    He was staring at her blouse, and she looked down and saw that her nipples were pushing against the thin silk. She flushed and hunched her shoulders so her blouse wouldn’t be stretched so tight across her, but all she accomplished was to push her breasts together, deepening her cleavage and his confusion.
    It also created more heat between her breasts, and the perfume started to sting.
    “Is your hand burning?” she asked him, and he tore his eyes from her blouse.
    “What? Uh, yes, a little.”
    “They’ve made it too strong.” Emily drew a breath. “Way too strong.” She shifted in her chair and ran her fingertips into her blouse while Richard watched, fascinated.
    “Are you all right?”
    Emily bit her lip. “Oh, yes, sure.”
    The stuff was really blazing now. She shifted uneasily in her chair.
    “Emily?”
    It was too much. She tore open the top buttons of her blouse and reached over the desk, ripping his pocket square from his suit jacket, giving him a brief glimpse of white lace stretched over full round breasts before she drenched his handkerchief in the water pitcher and plastered it on the fire on her skin.
    When the burning eased, she said, “I am personally going to slaughter the folks in R & D.”
    “Are you all right?”
    She winced as she blotted the perfume off with the dripping cloth. “Almost. How’s your hand?”
    “Not bad.” He flexed it a little. “Hardly noticeable, really.”
    “It must be the heat, then.” She pulled away the cloth and examined the red patch on her skin. “Well, no scars, anyway.” She looked up to see him staring.
    “No, it looks great,” he said.
    She pulled her blouse shut. “Sorry about your pocket hankie.”
    He finally gave up and laughed. “Anytime. Shall I send the bottle back?”
    “No.” She picked up the bottle. “I want to deliver this personally.”
    “My sympathies to R & D, then.”
    She stopped, intrigued. “Why?”
    He grinned at her ruefully. “Of all the people in this company, you’re the one I’d least want coming after me. You take no prisoners.”
    “Good.” She smiled back. “Remember that.”
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    “L ET ’ S GO TO LUNCH ,” Chris said when she stormed into the lab. “My