'Josie? There's a man over there who's been staring at you for a good ten minutes. Do youknow him?''Where?' As Josie turned, her wide, green-flecked eyes following Penny's glance acrossthe crowded, noisy room, her face wasn't even faintly interested. She was used to menstaring at her; it came with the territory. As one of the highest paid and most successfulpromotions executives in London, she knew she presented something of an anomaly tothe average male—and one that wasn't always welcome in the male-dominatedenvironment in which she worked.Fine-boned and tiny, at five feet one, and with a mass of gleaming Titian-coloured hair,creamy skin and large expressive eyes in a golden honey shade liberally flecked withgreen, she wasn't exactly what they'd expected to see if her reputation had gone beforeher… and it invariably had.Over the last ten years, since she had first entered the promotions rat race as a nervousbut ambitious eighteen-year-old fresh from college, she had established herself as anastute and level-headed businesswoman with a flair for knowing exactly what appealed tothe public. Her job was her life; she gave it one hundred per cent commitment and therewards had been enormous.'Hang on a minute,' Penny muttered impatiently to herself as the crowd surged andmoved, the buzz of conversation fierce and loud. '
. Look over there, next to the groupfrom Chantals. He's still looking this way and you can't miss him.''Which…?' Josie's voice trailed away as she met the full force of a pair of very intent,narrowed eyes set in a hard, tanned face that was all male and quite expressionless. Theman was big, very big, darkly imposing and terribly out of place in this crowd of affected, pretentious sycophants who had arrived by invitation for the grand opening of Josie's latest work project: a flamboyant, madly expensive art gallery in a city already fullof art galleries. That much at least registered before she turned sharply away, her stomachlurching.'Well? Do you know him?' Penny asked curiously, her mild brown eyes alight withinterest. 'I know
don't. If I'd met a hunk like him before I wouldn't have forgotten.''No, no, I don't know him.' Josie's voice was cool and noncommittal, and not at all as shewas feeling inside. She couldn't remember the last time a man's glance had affected herlike this. She felt ridiculously disturbed and flustered—threatened, almost? She shook the