If they had a proper marriage she would at least have the anticipation of ripping it off him when they got home...

Stop it, she scolded herself. Thoughts like that did nothing for her private mission of gaining immunity against him.

And nor did the darkening of his eyes, that look as if he wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes off too.

A rush of warm heat pooled in the apex of her thighs, so deep and sudden her legs weakened.

It was a look she hadn’t seen in three weeks.

Any immunity she might have managed to attain was ripped away in one fell swoop.

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHRISTIAN’S DRIVER PULLED up outside the embassy. No sooner had the engine been turned off than the door was opened for them and they were ushered out of the car amidst a hail of flashbulbs from the waiting paparazzi, who’d been tipped off that they were attending.

As they crossed the threshold of the historic building, Alessandra almost jumped out of her skin to feel Christian place his hand on the small of her back.

the first time he’d touched

the paparazzi’s

through hers, the nerves on her skin tingled with warmth, her fingers yearning to

the room, introducing her to various bankers, investors and their

body brushed against hers, her heart would skip and

of canapés, she pounced, glad of a decent excuse to drop her husband’s

eager for the intimate details the press had only been able to guess at. They’d released a couple of photos to the media in the hope that having something publishable would help them

tags,’ she said after a few hours of small talk and endless canapés. Christian had noticed her springing lightly on her aching legs and, insisting she rest

his lips. ‘It would

many of these people do you

too many

sound

always attract the most charismatic of

‘It attracted you.’

‘You think I’m charismatic?’

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