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‘In less than an hour it’ll be feeding time at the pet hotel and I don’t want to be late,’ she la over to vacate his bed at a frantic pace ‘The staff don’t let breakfast because he wouldn’t eat otherwise But they do like me to fit in with their routine and they don’t like visitors between eight and nine in the elo sat up ‘Giveto feed that anis too…he has a very tiny tummy,’ Gwenna told him defensively ‘You should see him on the webcam in his kennel…he’s so depressed, it would break your heart He won’t even look at the TV or play ball any elo cursed vehemently while he took a cold shower and strode out of the wet roo on the webcam And there he was, the clever little tyke, curled up on his gilded four-poster bed with his head sunk between paws, little round eyes dull and his ridiculous bat ears drooping In no need of canine acting lessons, he was the very picture of full-blown doggy misery

But Gwenna was devoted to her pet Totally devoted and obsessed, Angelo reflected dourly And why not? How ot from her sleazy father and a mother who had probably only had her in an effort to destroy her lover’s ot out of his bed at dawn to trek across the city silet from captivity

Chapter 7

Angelo surveyed the huge crowded room with concealed dissatisfaction He wondered why it was that when fate gave him what he believed he had alanted he should find it so irritating Clingy wolue in company had always exasperated him

In the course of a , shadow him round the room or continually seek ways to attract his attention In fact, he so her with a satellite-navigation system he could use to locate her when he wanted her back by his side When she got talking to his guests, she lost track of tiarden enthusiasts and had to be regularly rescued froe to request free advice and even personal visits

‘Where is she?’ Angelo was finally forced to ask Franco

A few minutes later, his chief of security at his heels, he strode out to the rear terrace of his iarden below Her iridescent blue evening gown trailing across the da wall plant to a man and a woman The man was a notoriously lecherous Swiss banker That he should even be close to Gwenna set Angelo’s teeth on edge

Franco cleared his throat ‘You know, boss…Miss Hae’ ‘Is that a fact?’ Angelo murmured without expression

‘She’s a very friendly lady, who loves helping people,’ the older man remarked into the aard silence

So, that dangerous virus of niceness was subverting the loyalties of all the staff who caed sardonically

She took what Angelo considered to be an inordinate interest in other people and made no distinction between his eh nut with a jaundiced view of the feer to speak up on her behalf His chauffeur, cured of a persistent cough with the gift of soarded her with positive reverence His hard-hitting senior PA had mentioned how very pleasant and courteous Gwenna was

His chef conjured up special dishes adorned with horticultural motifs because she had planted herbs in containers for him

Unfortunately, Angelo felt pretty eneral niceness and that awareness nagged at him like a fine stiletto knife in his side She did not take an inordinate interest in him or question his absences There was a barrier beyond which she did not go But shedid set him on fire in bed and wasn’t that as most important? he asked himself iht iven hiths to ave her a lot of attention Naturally he wanted her to be content with her role in his life and he was a very generous lover But she was not responding to his efforts to gratify her