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He had only meant the kiss as an evasion

But one taste of her lush, pink, treut All of the fantasies he had spun around her as a raging twenty-year-old beca reality

Prowling the carpeted interior of his suite, he stared at the video coverage of the kiss that was already being aired on every site that fed on his life, hisout of his control

Just as his libido did by the memories of her warm mouth, the scent of her skin, of the way she had shuddered and ue with hers

Watching their kiss shouldn’t have been thea pent-up breath, he acknowledged it was

Christian and Alessandra’s wedding and reception had gone on without an ugly visit from the media, thanks to his diversionary tactics But there was a betrayed look in Clio’s eyes that pierced hiaze now

Like he had crossed an iinary boundary between them

And the fact that he could think of nothing but baring her co the fear and self-doubt that had flashed in her eyes and replacing it with liquid lust, proved her right

It had been a long time since a kiss had turned him inside out with need

A long ti had touched him

But he would have preferred if it had been anyone but her

The short clip was already up onlike a virus The rabid speculation had begun

His features had been distinctive So the media kneas him

What they hadn’t figured out yet was her identity And they were going crazy trying to figure out who the neouest list at Christian’s wedding

The press had dubbed her Bianco’s Redhead, a na to dislike, if not despise

He grabbed the re the blackest scowl Stefan had ever seen, entered the suite without knocking

His gaze turned to the plasma screen on the far wall seconds before Stefan turned it off The silence grew heavy, al, as Rocco, his oldest friend, studied him

“Whatever you want to say, don’t,” Stefan snarled, his hackles rising at his friend’s continued silence