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when she heard his voice again. "Can I help you there?"
    "I'm so sorry Mr. Drummond; they'll be ready
in just a minute."
    "What'll be ready?"
    Thank God, it's Alex again.
    She turned around and almost blushed. He was
wearing just a white towel wrapped around his waist and she
couldn't help but see that he was totally ripped. For a billionaire
businessman, he sure had one rocking body. More like a calendar boy
fire fighter than some Financial Times-reading office guy.
    He came over to her and took her right hand
into his own. He turned her gently around towards the oven and then
softly moved her finger across the smooth surface. The thing came
to life suddenly. He was so close to her. She could smell that he
had just come from the shower, a clean masculine smell that
overpowered her.
    "I think that's what you were looking for."
He said and released her hand. "Is the beast in there hungry
already?"
    "He just asked me for a couple of his
lobster tails."
    Alex rolled his eyes.
    "Sebastian and his damned lobster tails.
Hey, little brother, can't you fix these things yourself?" He
shouted into the cockpit. "Melanie has more important things to do
out here."
    "Do I?" She asked.
    "Sure you do. Come with me." He said, and
took her by the hand again.
    "But what about the tails?"
    "Don't worry about him, he likes them cold.
All he has to do is take off the plastic wrap. Didn't the big lug
tell you that?"
    She shook her head and then followed along,
drawn in tow by his powerful masculinity. She was exhilarated and
nervous at the same time. She felt like she wouldn't ever be able
to say no to anything this man asked of her. However, he was still
her boss, they had a professional relationship, and she had learned
her lesson the hard way with Mitch. When that train wreck had
fallen apart, she swore it would never happen again and she was
going to stick to her guns this time.
    Who am I kidding anyway? The guy is a
billionaire. All he'll want from me is one night and then I'll
never see him again.
    When they got to the bedroom, she could see
that he had made himself at home. His things were everywhere. It
looked very personal; far more private than she should have been
allowed to see. After all, she had only met him a couple of hours
ago.
    "I need your help making sense of my
schedule for the next day or two -- if that's okay with you of
course. Margaret always does that, too."
    "I'm not a personal assistant," she said,
"but I'll do my very best."
    "I'm sure you'll do just fine." He said
without any trace of doubt. "My little brother has dropped you into
the hot seat, so don't worry. I'll expect a learning curve. Anyway,
there's only a day or two of business and then it's all fun after
that. You know how to have fun, don't you?"
    "Actually, I haven't really had time for
much fun lately, so I may be out of practice."
    He looked concerned.
    "Is that so?" He said, and took a step
closer to her. "Well, we'll have to see about that. A beautiful
young woman like you? That is just a tragedy. We'll have to make
sure this is a trip to remember, okay?"
    "It's okay. I'm happy just to see the
island. I know I'm here just as your employee, so really there's no
need to worry on my account."
    "Oh yes, that's right. And colleagues
shouldn't ever have fun together, right? I think I saw that in a HR
manual somewhere." He gave her a mischievous grin. He was
irresistible. If he said the word, she wasn't sure if she would be
able to stay strong. But she would be the one to get burned, not
him.
    "Anyway, you won't be working around the
clock, Melanie. Everyone is entitled to some downtime. Sebastian
and I aren't slave drivers, you know and the island is like a
second home to us, so we'd love to show you around Tahiti.
    Oh great 'we'. Psycho brother Sebastian as
well.
    "So if you could just get a handle on my
itinerary, that would be a huge help. Everything you need to know
is in there. Any questions, just let me know, okay?"
    She nodded. What else could she