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She was in a guest bathrooh to run to several pieces of furniture in addition to the usual fixtures A stray glimpse of herself in a mirror on the nearest wall made her tense Her face was pink because she arht, s her natural waves She stared in disrand backdrop, how incongruous a ood looks The idea that she had been fighting day and night since Heren would have looked so much more at home

For a dangerous ner frock and reclining along the same sofa With her curtain of silvery blonde hair draped across one shoulder and a en would havemen had coen that Maribel had ever met Leonidas Pallis, and if Leonidas had not decided he needed coen’s funeral, Elias would never have been conceived A sharp pang of discomfiture and unhappiness attacked Maribel as shetruths

Springing upright, Leonidas hit the call button on the wall and opened the door to Diane, the nanny, whom he had summoned to take over While Elias was distracted by the new arrival, Leonidas bent down to close a hand over Maribel’s and tug her off the sofa and out into the corridor

Dragged without warning frohts and her comfortable seat, she spluttered, ‘I left my shoes in there—’

‘You won’t need shoes where you’re going,’ Leonidas told her bluntly

‘But Elias—’

‘He’s falling asleep sitting upright! But if he kicks up a fuss, Diane will call us, hara mou’ As Maribel hovered indecisively Leonidas scooped her up into his arms to forestall further protest

As a ainst the wall out of his employer’s path, Maribel felt totally annihilated by eht o’clock in the evening!’ she hissed in a frantic whisper

‘I like to taketo a halt in a spectacular bedroo, lean body

Just as quickly, brought into lingering physical contact with his strong muscled frame, Maribel was intensely conscious of his potent ainst his broad chest their sensitive peaks tingled Her sto hands welded to the generous curve of her hips to bring her even closer Registering the rampant evidence of his desire sent a wanton thrill of anticipation winging through her Her cheeks flushed with fiery colour, she hid her face against his shirt It was still damp from Elias’ antics in the bath, but Leonidas had the body heat of a furnace and the linen was drying fast The hard-muscled warmth of his lithe, powerful form and the intrinsically familiar scent of his skin filled her with a sensual awareness that left her legs as weak as matchsticks

Long fingers speared through her tu her head back ‘I like your hair longer—the way you used to have it Grow it for me,’ Leonidas instructed softly

‘You can’t tell me hoear my hair,’ Maribel told him tautly