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He knew. He had to know. The very air seemed thick with her sudden certainty of just how much she wanted the man. That certainty must have communicated itself to him with her shallow, audible breaths, the almost imperceptible way she leaned closer to him, irresistibly drawn to his heat. His size. His scent. The big, strong hand on her waist molding her body firmly against his.

He was going to kiss her. She was sure of it. She stared at his lips in anticipation as lowered his head, tilted her chin up with his other hand, then bent toward her. Their breaths mingled and an almost tangible sizzle of excitement preceded the initial meeting of their lips.

Except they didn't meet, suddenly distracted by the sound of someone saying Chandler's name, they drew apart from each other.

"Mr Kendrick." the voice said, "I've been wanting to talk to you. Good to know you're still here,"

Chandler swore under his breath as he let her go, and Elena moved away from him, not sure if she was mad about