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Parisa could feel the colour flood up her face Luc- she had heard that na the thought, but felt the sweat break out on her brow beneath the thick black Balaclava hat she had pulled over her fine platinuet out of here, and quick The couple were kissing, and it was obviously only a matter of time before they fell on the bed behind the hands from his neck and stepped back

'Not tonight, Margot I told you I'm busy I'll see you home,' he said coolly

'But Luc

'No'

Parisa almost felt sorry for the woant rejection, but the fury was quickly masked behind a sensuous smile 'Turned down by the master of passion hiood we can be, and it's been so long'

Parisa just ust 'Master of passion'—what a joke! Master of pornography, more like Couldn't the woman see what a jerk the chap was?

'Maybe, but not at the moment I will make it up to you tomorrow, I promise But now you must leave'

'Does that mean you've reconsidered and will take me to Italy next week for your ether for almost a year A very wonderful year,' she breathed throatily

Parisa almost choked Had the woman no pride?

'Margot, let's get one thing straight There is no way I can introduce you to ion and very public,' he chuckled 'The whole of Italy, includingnaked on the table in the best restaurant in Roovernment as your companion'

'You h to sleep with, but not to marry,' the woman cut in bitterly