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Her face softened as she thought of the pleasing prospect of teaching the children there She was nothing like the highflier that Alessandro was, and her future ht not be so ruthlessly controlled as his appeared to be, but it was still looking pretty rosy fro

‘Where else should I be going to teach?’

‘What about an inner-city school?’

‘Why are we having this conversation? Is it because you’re still mad at me—because I eht here, and I’ to drink Some wine…’

She didn’t give him time to answer, or to folloith some more heavy-duty remarks about life choices Instead, she stood up and did a little sexy shi hi for the kitchen and pouring thelass of wine each

She’d kind of hoped that he would be undressed when she returned, because he was always, but always, predictable when it ca turned on by her, but he wasn’t In fact, he was standing up, and he had an aard look on his face that pro

Whatever those guys had said to hihtful, and it was her duty, she told herself mischievously, to take his mind off matters And at the back of her mind she knew she really didn’t want to hear what Alessandro wanted to say…

A very good place to start would be with his shirt She placed the glasses on the small, beaten-up round table by theand pulled off the white shirt, which she casually tossed over a chair

‘Megan…’ Alessandro turned away and leaned heavily against the wall ‘This isn’t a good time for this’ He tensed as he heard her walk towards hi smile on her face

‘Don’t telltoo old for sex,’ she said to his averted back ‘You’re only a year older!’ She wrapped her arms around his torso and then slipped her hands under the tee shirt, gently rubbing his flattened brown nipples with the tips of her fingers

Alessandro shuddered, furious with hi able to push her ahen he knew that he had to For both their sakes

He felt the push of her breasts against hi back in denial of the primitive instincts he seemed unable to control