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‘I know, but I live in hope that I rinned ‘It’s crazy to have your chef prepare stuff all the ti Well, at least of using a recipe book Now and again’ She went across to hi, very deep, squashy one, quite unlike the cold leather furniture in his Chelsea house

He earing low-slung casual trousers, the ones that had a delicious habit of slipping down his hips, revealing the tightly packed muscles of his torso Fa to di for hiainst his body and sighing with pleasure when he pushed his hand under her tee shirt and absent her breast Her nipple predictably tightened into a tight, responsive bud, and she feverishly yanked off the tee shirt, laying herself open to his hungry, dark eyes

If nothing else, the one thing she knew for sure was that he was greedy for her Their loveht now she wanted him to suckle her nipple, to slip his hand under her panties to where she was hot and wet for hih her veins until she felt giddy and wonderfully out of control

So ood, and this h in her quiet an wondered He had committed so ht go further Soreat passion, when every barrier he possessed ca body, uttered those three words, I love you Soh love in her for both of theh she never let on what she felt, and nor did she ever ask anything of him, mindful of that trait of e in Victoria

Other times, however, there was a dark, destructive voice that reether but he still hadn’t got rid of his house in Chelsea She hadn’t asked him why that was, and she occasionally wondered whether it was because the bigger part of hi her, was conscious of the fact that they probably wouldn’t reht he would move back into it sooner or later?

In accepting his offer to ned herself to a life always lived for the moment With that inhis frowning disapproval whenever she announced that she would be getting back late She had also found a firm friend in Stuart, who had slipped into the spot Robbie had held, as a male confidant in who on to hi disapproval

In that uncertain place she occupied she would give up a lot, but not everything

‘That feels good’ She sighed, and parted her legs, inviting him to do what he wanted

Instead, she felt his hand sether—which ht, because Alessandro, unpredictable in so many ways, was always completely predictable when it came to sex

‘What’s the s up and wrapped her arms around them

‘Bad news, I’o away on business for a couple of days’

The surge of bitter disappointan of just how un to take for granted his daily presence in her life, never once questioning hoas that a workaholic had suddenly becoe, and she wondered whether this was the start of it

‘Don’t be silly’ She forced a smile ‘Why is that bad news? I do understand that you have an eht quickly, y, which was anathees since I met up with all my friends…’

‘Ten days’

‘Ten days? Are you sure?’

Oh, Alessandro was sure, all right She had gone out for a pizza, and aood friend whatever-his-name-was Alessandro had chosen not to actively store that information in his brain

He was growing more irritable by the second Was heto be having a bit of time to herself? He decided to test the water Yes, he had to be away for two nights—which could easily be extended to four, because there was always a bank of clients hom he could usefully meet—but really, he wanted to hurry back to her