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She took a deep breath and powered on before he had a chance to throw her out on her ear—because, whether she had a valid reason to be there or not, she certainly didn’t have a valid reason to gatecrash his table

‘Do you see the guy sitting at the bar?’

Humiliation made her skin prickle She had always been a people person Finding herself stared at as though she was so that needed to be bagged and binned immediately—was a new experience for her and she didn’t like it

His icy silence squashed her natural breeziness like a pin being stuck into a balloon

Sergio Burzi was frankly incredulous Had she just told him that she felt sorry for hih he had been run over by a bus, and wasbut pick himself up and dust himself down

‘There are a lot of guys at the bar,’ he said

So she would eventually do one of two things Ask outright for money for some hare-brained scheold-diggers, and gold-diggers came in all different shapes and sizes and plied their trade with the back-up of all sorts of sob stories and fairytales

But he was betomenjaded with the opposite sex He liked them clever, career-orientatedhe liked wooal-orientated lives, eren’t clingy and emotional He had had them by the bucketload, but recentlythey did less and less for hi as it had used to be, andin a matter of weeks

What was the har this woot rid of her?

She was putting on a da brown eyes, blonde curly hair that looked as though it had only a passing acquaintance with a brush, full, sexy lips

A sharp pang of pure lust hit hie of how that cloud of strawberry blonde hair would look spread across his pillow, her pale skin against his much darker bronze

It just showed how neglected his sex-life had been of late He had dispatched his last girlfriend over two y or the desire to replace her

And now this tawdry little gold-digger had stirred hi the discoave her his undivided attention