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“Dinnae care.”

“Josh dumped me,” I said, the shock of it making me blurt the obvious.

“I know. He’s an idiot.”

“I d-don’t think he wanted me anymore. Clarissa is”—I sucked in a breath—“gorgeous.”

“She doesn’t hold a candle to you.”

“Do you mean that?”

“Absolutely. You’re a stunning woman, Chloe Drexel. Damn near irresistible.”

Something in his voice made me lift my head. He’d sounded…sincere. And his green gaze burned with appreciation as he stared at me. I was practically on his lap, my skirt bunched high on my thighs and my shirt gaping open.

My voice was a thread of sound as I asked, “You think I’m irresistible?”

“Yes,” he murmured. “Let me show you.” He took my chin in his fingers and kissed me.

I gasped, and he pushed his tongue inside, stroking it along mine.

Desire shot through me like sparks, sizzling straight to my sex, which grew instantly damp.

He gave a throaty growl and deepened the kiss, seizing my mouth like a starving man. His fingers left my chin to tangle through my hair and pull me more firmly against him. His other hand slid up my thigh, his palm hot against my skin. As my breasts mashed against his chest, my clit throbbed hard between my legs.

He sucked at my tongue, and my desire ratcheted higher. His mouth was as hot as his skin, and his scent swirled around me, the combination of cologne and dark forest invading my senses.

A moan wound up from my throat and transferred into his mouth as he plunged deep. His lips were firm but soft, and he used them like a sensual weapon, stroking and sliding as he explored my mouth. His hand on my thigh slid higher.

The door opened, throwing a harsh dose of reality over me.

I wrenched away from Alec, then scrambled backwards until my shoulders hit the headboard. I crouched against it, my chest heaving and my hair spilling over my shoulders. The blond waves were tangled from sleep—and Alec’s fingers tunneling through them.

Oh God.

Lachlan filled the doorway. The lit cabin behind him threw his face into shadow, but his stare bored into me with a weight that made me want to melt into the wood at my back. The light spread over Alec and the rumpled bedding, the yellow blaze like an accusation.

Holy shit, I just made out with my boss. My mouth still tingled from his lips, and my thigh burned where his palm had covered it.

Words spilled from me like a river rushing over rocks. “Mr. MacKay, I am so sorry. I-I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to kiss Alec—I m-mean Mr. Murray. I just—”

“Chloe,” Alec said, reaching a hand toward me.

“I’m still shaken by what happened at the airport, and I think I lost my mind for a minute and—”

“Chloe!”

Alec’s voice cut through my babble. “Yes?” I asked, forcing myself to look him in the eye.

His expression was calm—as if his business partner and lover hadn’t just caught us with our tongues in each other’s mouths. “You didn’t kiss me. I kissed you.”

“You…did?”

“Yes.”

“But…” I darted my gaze to Lachlan, who was still silent in the doorway. “You’re gay.”

“No, we’re not,” Alec said.