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Francesca felt the familiar flutter of disappointment, which she kept to herself

‘What are your ht coincide so you could be withabout it? He hoped not Pleading was not his style Nor, for thatsomeone to accompany hiround presence to his work life, but the thought of another ithout her while he rushed all over the globe was not a thrilling prospect

Francesca disentangled herself froht

‘No chance,’ she said, with her back to hie door and looked inside for so wholesome and quick She had arrived at the apartment several hours before him and had had a chance to stock up on a bit of food Still not looking at him, she now extracted some cheese and tomatoes

‘Right’

‘Not that I wouldn’t love to, Angelo…’ She was staring into the bread bin, which was bulging with some delicious Italian bread

‘Your work schedule is even ht ‘I wish you would look atto you’

‘I can’t look at you and slice bread at the sah ‘I really wish I could coelo I’d love to see New York with you, but you know you would be busy working anyway We probably wouldn’t have ht, ed and smiled ruefully ‘But then, I’m twenty-four If I can’t cope with hectic nohen can I? Not to ’

‘Do you?’ He paused, letting the significance of his question fill the silent space between the herself with the bread and cheese and turned her round to face hiant lifestyle,’ hedown so that he could deliver one of his wickedly seductive kisses When he finally drew back, that brief spurt of anger he had felt at her refusal to accompany hi that this woman was utterly his He touched her and she

‘I know you have your little apartment in Paris, but you rent that So where does your vast fortune go?’

‘Vast fortune is a bit of an overstate into waters best left uncharted, and she eased herself out of his e in response to his kiss

‘Is it? I thought ly large amounts for the effort…’

Francesca laughed

She had a laugh that was infectious It had been one of the first things Angelo had noticed about her Standing in her little crowd of head turners, that rich, warled her out as the only one in touch with reality, with a sense of huhed she always tilted her head back slightly so that her long, straight dark hair rippled alht her hair in his hands and curled his fingers through the silky mass

‘Are you telling ?’ he asked

‘I’ you that you’re a dinosaur when it comes to snippets of information like that’

‘I’e A man could be offended by a description like that…’ He kissed the side of her neck, trailing hisher shoulder blades while his free hand moved to caress one full breast

Francesca could feel hiainst her and shethe taste of tomato and cheese from them, her moans became louder

Not fair! How did he possess the ability to make her dissolve like this?

‘You taste good’ He‘Course, I can think of other places that would taste good as well, apart froers My appetite at this moment extends beyond bread, cheese and tomato…’