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.

he’d touched her since their wedding

the paparazzi’s benefit, she

into his much larger one, threading his fingers through hers, the nerves on her skin tingled with warmth, her fingers yearning

steered her around the room, introducing her to various bankers,

against hers,

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

to them about, though; many were keen to discuss the wedding, eager for the intimate details the press had only been able to guess at. They’d released a couple of photos to the

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 for a

smile tugged at his lips. ‘It would make

many of these people

too many of

sound

the

‘It attracted you.’

‘You think I’m charismatic?’

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