The Boss's Secret Mistress. Alison Fraser

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      He ignored her, finishing, ‘Prove it!’

      ‘Prove it?’ she echoed in exasperation. ‘And how am I meant to do that—set up a surveillance camera in my bedroom?’

      ‘That would hardly cover it,’ he responded coolly. ‘Some couples rarely make it to the bedroom. I prefer outdoor sex myself. How about you?’

      Tory didn’t have to feign shock at an involuntary vision of a couple entwined in long grass under a blue sky. Not just any couple, either.

      She shut her eyes to censor the image and heard his deep drawl continue, ‘Not that I was suggesting it as an immediate option. A date will do, initially.’

      Tory’s eyes snapped open again. ‘A date?’

      ‘You know—’ he smiled as if he could see inside her head ‘—boy asks girl out. Girl says yes. They go to a restaurant or the movies. Boy takes girl home. If he’s lucky, he gets to kiss her. If he’s very lucky, he gets to—’

      ‘Yes, all right,’ she snapped before he could warm any more to the theme. ‘You’re asking me on a date?’

      ‘That was the general idea,’ he confirmed.

      ‘To prove I’m not slee—having an affair with Alex?’ Her tone told him how absurd she thought it.

      ‘It isn’t conclusive,’ he admitted. ‘But if you were my woman, I wouldn’t let another man get too close. I reckon Alex Simpson will feel the same way.’