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‘Open your legs for me’

His voice was ale he already was

She lay back and stared at the ceiling, feeling the seconds slip past, but he was there, cradling her in his arms as he moved her exactly where he wanted her Then, with his lips on hers and his hands on either side of her head, he positioned himself and slid deep inside her

CHAPTER SEVEN

RUBY WOKE IN the night She was in a strange bed, in a strange roole fibre of her body tensed in alarm She was in co near her face, Matteo’s breathing

Matteo Rossini, CEO of Banca Casa di Rossini, Love Rat, sponsor of the British Ballet The lastbeside

What had she done? What on earth had she done? How had she ended up here in his bed?

Heron the moments that had led to this There had been too much emotion, too ne and wine Definitely that was to blame

She tried to relass when she’d got here?

Was it really the booze that had done for her?

This felt worse than any hangover

There wasn’t any point in lying to herself

She should never have agreed to stay the night She felt as if she’d given soenie out of the bottle, let herself down She knew the other dancers thought she eird because sheherself apart But it wasn’t because she thought she was better It was because she was afraid she orse

She had to get out of here—now She couldn’t face herself, never mind anyone else

But suddenly the strong, heavy weight of his arm landed on her waist