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Dio l’aiuti—God help her—she would have to share a bed with hiht made her heat from the inside

Ever since that particular aspect of their talk, it had felt as if a glow had been lit inside of her His lips against her ear, his breath whispering on her skinthe heat it had ignited

When he entered her apartment, impeccably dressed in a fashionable navy suit and striped pale-yellow tie, her heart ht his clean, freshly showered scent

‘My apologies for the delay,’ he said, leaning in to give her the traditional kiss on each cheek

Two little kisses; two tiny brushes of his lips against her skin, the hint of his warlow flickered and pulsated loithin her, her body responding to his proximity like a bee to a field of pollen

‘It’s fine,’ she said, stepping away fro her purse If he looked at her now, he would see the colour she knew had bloo up her neck

Christian had been due at her apartht to say he’d been delayed but would make it to her before lunch She hadn’t been surprised Men alwaysThey told lies, whether deliberately or not Even her grandfather, a ht full of morality, had lied Only after his death had she learned he’d had an affair decades ago—with her new sister-in-law’s randfather could lie to the wife he loved so much, then what hope was there for anyone else?

The only man she trusted was her brother

She didn’t want to think what the cause of Christian’s delay could have been

‘How did it go with the doctor?’ he asked

‘Good’ She bit back the question of whether he would attend any further appoint to lie It would save her having to pretend to believe it

‘Your blood pressure?’

‘Nor further questions along the sa more on an even keel and in control of her reactions, she closed her handbag and looked at hi her closely ‘It wasn’t my intention to miss the appointment There was a crisis at Bloo’

‘You don’t have to account for your whereabouts with me’ She forced a s’ She couldn’t deny a tiny bit of the cra he hadn’t been with another woiven his word not to make a move on her until theyaas he was discreet, who he slept as none of her business

He laughed, a faed her back to the meal they’d shared Of the Brat Pack, he’d always been her favourite, the one she’d privately dubbed ‘the Greek Adonis’ A woth of his jaw or the diave one of his frequent sh, even the most inhibited of feht herself immune to any lasses of cha heart and she’d felt her secret attraction towards hientleentleman in the traditional, chivalrous terht up to her door She’d been the one to kiss hiht on his mouth

The feel of his lips upon hers, the scent of his skin and warm breaththe effect had been indescribable It had unleashed so craven, a side she’d spent years denying the existence of, telling herself she’d rather die a virgin than give herself to a man