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‘She’s different from your usual blonde bombshells,’ Savakis remarked

‘Oh?’ Cristiano’s voice was dangerously quiet ‘How is that?’ He did not like Savakis looking at Laurel as if she was so one purchased in a shop He didn’t, he realised, like Savakis thinking of Laurel as sione tomorrow

None of this made any sense

‘She’s intelligent and articulate, for one,’ Savakis replied mildly ‘She’s beautiful, but not in a showy, obvious, clearly fake way’ He gave Cristiano an ae your previous mistresses, of course But Miss Forrester certainly seems like a cut above Perhaps you’ll hold onto her for a while’

‘Perhaps I will’

Savakis registered Cristiano’s even tone with a little amused smile ‘And if you don’t… I’m sure there are plenty of aze flicked back to Laurel; she was laughing, looking incandescent and so very happy ‘Myself included’

‘Don’t even think about it,’ Cristiano warned hirowl His fists bunched at his sides Savakis looked surprised, and then he smiled

‘So she is different,’ he murmured, and moved away

Cristiano forced hi on here? This was not how he conducted relationships Affairs Arrangements He didn’t care about the woht about them beyond what they could provide in bed

Laurel was different And, even ly, he was different with Laurel

Since she’d stuo she’d shaken him up Reached him in a way no one else had, and certainly not a woman he’d slept with He didn’t understand it Didn’t understand hi as if he was in control—of the situation and of himself