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Hi I am an idiot becauseCHAPTER ONE

'WHAT the hell do you think you're doing?' As the harsh male voice barked out viciously behind her, Aline swung

round nervously, scattering the wad of papers she had been holding in a whirling arc round the feet of the tall darkman in the doorway.

'You made me jump...' Her voice faltered to a halt as she took in the blazing anger turning the cold grey eyes into

black narrowed slits, and the menacing power apparent in every line of the big, taut body.'I'll do more than that!' The man moved a step forward into the room and she shrank against Tim's desk, her dark

brown eyes wide with fear. 'You're Tim's sister, aren't you?' He glanced at the small photograph propped to one siof a pile of files which showed her laughing into the camera, her thick silver-blonde hair blown wildly in alldirections.

'Yes.' She straightened hopefully as she answered. He must have thought she was a burglar at first; that would exp

his hostility.

'And where is your precious brother?' The black fury in the handsome face hadn't lessened by so much as an iota.'Sent you to do more of his dirty work?'

'I don't know what you're talking about.' Aline drew herself up to her full five feet, ten inches as she glared in her

her heart-shaped face pale. 'Tim asked me to fetch some papers for him, that's all. I don't know who you are but itnothing to do with you. He's informed his immediate supervisor that he's ill, but there are a few things he needs to

work on at home.'

'He's not at home.' The cold voice was rapier-sharp. 'People have been phoning there for days, believe me.''Well, that's not a crime, is it?' She was beginning to feel furiously angry. Who did this great hulk of a man think h

was, anyway? 'He happens to be staying with me, not that if s any of your business! I've told you, he isn't well.'

'He isn't well.' He repeated her words slowly in icy mockery. 'And you, of course, have no idea what is wrong withim?'

'It's a virus of some sort.' She looked at the harsh face in bewilderment, a faint unease beginning to grip her and qu

the anger With shadowy fingers. 'Flu, 1 suppose.'

'Flu!' He in a foreign tongue, the meaning unmistakable. 'You're right, I don't believe it,' he said crisply, moving tostand in front of her, where he towered over her slender. His height was terribly intimidating, six feet six at least, w

the sleek, a complete fool?' There