Dio l’aiuti—God help her—she would have to share a bed with him on occasion.

And, dio l’aiuti, the thought made her heat from the inside.

Ever since that particular aspect of their talk, it had felt as if a glow had been lit inside of her. His lips against her ear, his breath whispering on her skin...the heat it had ignited...

When he entered her apartment, impeccably dressed in a fashionable navy suit and striped pale-yellow tie, her heart made an involuntary skip. It skipped again when she caught his clean, freshly showered scent.

‘My apologies for the delay,’ he said, leaning in to give her the traditional kiss on each cheek.

Two little kisses; two tiny brushes of his lips against her skin, the hint of his warm breath on her...

body responding

of checking her purse. If he looked at her now, he would see the colour she knew had bloomed on her face

her before lunch. She hadn’t been surprised. Men always made promises they had no intention of keeping. They told lies, whether deliberately or not. Even her grandfather,

man she trusted was

what the cause of Christian’s delay

did it go with

the question of whether he would attend any further appointments with her. It would save him having to lie. It would save her having to pretend to

‘Your blood pressure?’

an even keel and in control of

my intention to miss the appointment. There was a crisis at Bloomfield Bank and I had

whereabouts with me.’ She forced a smile. ‘After all, it’s not as if we’re married or anything.’ She couldn’t

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