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Her head was lowered He reached out and lifted her chin with a gentle finger Her eyes still sparkled with unshed tears And if he wasn’telse was in those eyes Desire

Perfect

His own desire threatened to swa her around the waist and pulling her in tightly, of kissing her, thrusting his tongue inside her hot ain until she was breathless, her breasts heaving against his chest

He wanted to suck on that satiny neck then pull down her dress and suckle her breasts He’d turn her around and yank up her skirt and sink his fingers into her —

Fuck He needed to cool down He looked into Sabela’s dark brown eyes and wondered what she was thinking Undoubtedly, whatever it was, it wasn’t about being ravished on a stairwell by a madman

He willed hi accomplished quickly, if not easily, from so many years of practice

Finally, he spoke “It’s been a long day You o to your rooet some rest”

She almost seeo, her shapely ass swaying, the motion natural and unaffected

In fact, she herself was natural and unaffected He hadn’t anticipated that, and he’d been thrown off his ga

It was all wrong The plan wasn’t supposed to go this way

Beyond frustrated, Colin clenched his fists as he watched her turn the corner As soon as she was out of eyesight, he stalked back down the stairs, wanting to slam his fist into a wall for some relief from his frustration

But Colin didn’t give in to such emotional responses He never did He kept his mind clear and focused on the objective Sabela nearly bested him because of his attraction to her

Why now, after four long years, was he feeling this way?

Frustration si room He made a quick call to Marie and told her to take a plate to Sabela’s suite

He lifted a fork and began to eat his own meal, now mostly cold But he didn’t care

He assured hio on, he would reap much-deserved justice

And if in succeeding with his plan, he got to sleep with one of the hottest women he’d ever met, then he wouldn’t complain

She’d be all his, in more way than one

Chapter Thirteen

THE BED DIDN’T FEEL THE same

Sabela ith a start, squir beneath the soft sheets The , the pillows too plush, the blankets too warm and full In short, she was far too comfortable

Where was she? She could barely tell it was light outside froh the sli

Me the man in the suit, the tense ride to the private airport, the jet trip across the ocean, and then the drive to Haberlin Chalet Sabela took a deep, grounding breath and let it all out slowly

She was here with Mr Morgan, and he wanted her to pay back her debt by using her as an escort

But she wasn’t sure she could trust him He was unpredictable, and some members of his staff see things when he spoke to her, in particular when he was physically near her,

She curled up under the covers and recalled the previous evening Colin had said he wasn’t looking for a whore, but there was a suggestive tone to everything he said that made her doubt his promise

If she was to play his perfect girlfriend, ouldn’t he want her in his bedroom?

Thinking about it only stressed her out further While Colin was undoubtedly attractive, she wasn’t going to sleep with a iven She wasn’t that kind of girl

So what kind of girl was she? Last night she’d prinize herself, all because she’d wanted to be someone else Was that someone else a woman anted to sleep with Colin?

There was a troubling overlap betant and need that Sabela didn’t kno to quantify

She looked around the room It had to still be quite early, fro The stor was exactly how she’d left it when she’d gone to sleep

Except for a folded white paper slipped beneath the door

Sabela rose fro the fabric belt around her waist She moved across the room and scooped up the paper It read:

Dress warmly and meet me on the slopes Ask Marie if you have any questions

Colin The neat, angular handwriting iven her Sabela studied the words and frowned

She didn’t kno to ski

Sabela hit the intercom button by the door