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“Take one more s-s-step and I-I-I’ll scream!”

“Signorina If you would simply listen to me—”

“I’ll sc-sc-scream so loud, I’ll ake the whole city!”

Marco narrowed his eyes He had never been a Boy Scout and he had no wish to start winning es at this point in his life

“A little far-reaching, don’t you think?”

“I’m s-s-serious”

“As a do?”

Her chin lifted “Get b-b-back into th-that car or you’ll f-f-find out!”

Interesting She et, alone and obviously terrified but she would not give in to defeat without a fight—and what kind of nonsensical discussion was this? Why were they having a discussion at all?

The wind-driven rain felt like tiny needles beating against his flesh Soon, he’d be as wet as she was

A perfect ending to a perfect day

The stolen Ferrari The sudden departure of his PA His personal assistants quit with alarh he could not understand the reason, but this one had not even had the decency to give notice What about his trip to Paris in two days? Was he supposed to pluck a name fros it took to keep hi buried alive in calls, faxes, e-mails, requests and complaints? Was he supposed to hope an untried assistant would be able to sense who to seat beside whoht have to host? What were the odds of finding so with clients when the lingua franca was not necessarily English?

Then he’d topped things off by attending a charity dinner

He hated charity dinners He hated events at which the rich and powerful spent their ti each other just how rich and powerful they here raffles for expensive toys could set a

Jessalyn, his mistress, had whined anyway