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together.”
    They’d programmed a perfect English accent, an enchanting blend of crisp enunciation and his musical voice like dark honey. This is the last time I’ll think of him as other than human.
    “Me, too.” She ached to get him alone, out of his clothes, and into her.
    God, what was wrong with her? Had she become a nymphomaniac? It was dead easy to see why women bought them as sex toys. That wasn’t her motive.
    “Christian, there’s a short interview. Please sit down.” When Melissa spoke, March remembered the other woman’s presence and snapped awake from his spell. “You needn’t leave, March. More champers?”
    While Melissa quizzed Christian about his intentions and feelings for March, she enjoyed the expensive champagne. This experience was one she’d never forget. Mayfair spared no expense making their clients happy. As she listened to his answers, she soared higher and higher. Happy wasn’t a good enough word. Rapture worked better. The champagne warmed her stomach and made her want to break into the giggles.
    The two perfect people discussed Aerospace Engineering and Shakespeare. Maybe, she shouldn’t have had him programmed that intelligent. How would she ever converse with him? She longed for a close relationship, including good communication with her partner. Drifting on her thoughts, she lost track of the conversation and didn’t hear Christian approach.
    He ducked a half-bow and gazed at her through long, lush eyelashes. “March, shall we go?”
    Still in awe of him, she nodded. Christian clasped her hand, twining her fingers with his. Desire crested like a wave as excitement blazed over her. If he could make her ache for him simply by holding her hand, what could he do in bed? At the door, he stood aside for her to pass then lifted a brown leather suitcase with one hand. The light of love in blue eyes melted her heart. She hoped when he gazed at her he saw love mirrored in her eyes.
    He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “You look lovely.”
    At the last minute, she’d unpacked the asymmetrical dress. She’d worn the black raw silk Oscar de la Renta suit to impress, never expecting to fall in love with a man at first sight. Flowers embroidered the hem skimming her knees. Her legs were her best asset, and he stared at them now.
    “You look more than great in those jeans.” Her gaze drifted down the length of his gorgeous legs…a pleasant journey indeed.
    If he walked in front of her rather than at her side, she’d pinch his fine ass, but she could wait a few minutes more to indulge fantasies. Maybe he’d grab her in the limo, and they could shock the driver. She had to control this raging and somewhat surprising desire. He mustn’t think that she bought him only for sex, but he radiated passion.
    Christian released her hand to chuck her under the chin. “Tuppence for your thoughts.”
    She grinned, mischief bubbling like champagne in her throat. “I’m not going to feed your ego.”
    Puffs of fog danced across the street. Even the gray, misty English rain failed to dampen her spirits. She wanted to dance in the rain, to sing an aria—if she could sing. I feel like I’m floating on air. Christian’s free hand claimed March’s. When he smiled into her eyes, her pulse fluttered faster.
    His eyes shaded a darker blue. “I am exceedingly happy you chose me.”
    “There was never any doubt.” She accepted his kiss though she’d never been comfortable with public displays of affection.
    Her friend, Ben, jumped from the front seat to open her door. Christian waved him aside, handing her into the Rolls as if she were royalty. Ben smiled and winked. The man she loved arched an eyebrow at the chauffeur, settled his luggage on the curb, and glided into the car at her side, his knee touching hers. The scent of rain-damp hair tempted her to run her fingers through the silky blond flowing over his shoulders. She couldn’t believe her good fortune. Another day might have been too late,