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Her facial ht ‘Thanks but no, thanks I’m not in a very sociable mood’

As she descended the stairs she saw a huge portrait of an exquisite brunette on the landing and, already regretting her tart reply to his invitation, she said in an effort to break the pounding silence, ‘My goodness, who’s that?’

‘My mother, Ambra It was painted shortly before she ain,’ Luciano breathed harshly

His intonation made Jemima wince ‘When did she die?’

‘When I was three years old,’ Luciano ad off his terrible ht

‘Did your father remarry?’

‘No’

Je to her lowdown the dinner invite She had allowed Luciano to believe that she was the surrogate mother of his son and had used that pretence as ain Nicky’s life Was it any wonder that he despised her? Or that he had assumed that she was like her sister and after his money? Julie had worshipped rich men and money Yet no h and ers like water

‘We’ll talk over breakfast in the ,’ Luciano breathed in a driven undertone as he came to a halt outside his bedroom door, which was mere feet from hers

‘I shouldn’t have lied to you,’ Jery bitterness powered through her regret and she added, ‘But you had no right to insultmoney!’

Luciano ground his teeth together and watched her long, unbound olden hair slide off her shoulders and fall almost to her waist as she lossy golden hair so badly that he clenched his hand into a fist to restrain hi hair? OK, he really, really liked the long hair, particularly now that he suspected it was one hundred per cent natural He also liked her bodyand her eyesand With a huge effort he focused on what she had said and rimly, ‘I’ve met a lot of women who sell sex like a product’