‘What’s the alternative? For you to stay here in Milan to face the press on your own? You wanted my support and I am trying to give it to you.’

‘Why do I need to leave? Why can’t you stay here?’

‘I need to be in Athens. I have important business commitments coming up this week.’

‘Are you saying your commitments are more important than mine?’

‘No.’ Swearing, he gripped hold of his mug. ‘Yes.’

Looking at her, he could see she was fighting the urge to punch him in the face just as her brother had done.

Such passion.

On the surface, Alessandra Mondelli was the epitome of cool sophistication. Scratch beneath it and the passionate, sultry woman emerged like a vibrant butterfly emerging from a chrysalis.

he was the only man to have

was

knew it too; he could see it in the way the pupils of her eyes dilated when their gazes met, the way her

She still wanted him.

them sharing a bed again made his loins tighten and the dread of their

would be

not to make a move on her until after their wedding and

our obligations, but in this instance

help and advice. So many of his compatriots were struggling; it was like a constant pain in his chest. He’d been there once: impoverished. Desperate. He gave his assistance

‘That’s just...’

stay at Villa Mondelli. The press won’t

I would rather

here alone to deal with the press you hate so much, stay with

‘Then I stay.’

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