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A savage wave of anger gripped Andrea. That she should oppose him and put herself at risk in a ridiculous effort to protect another man only heightened his antagonism. But a glimpse of the apprehension in her expressive eyes snapped him straight back into control. ‘Come home with me, then,’ he breathed tautly. ‘I’m not going any place with you.’ Yet, Elena still couldn’t take her eyes off Andrea. There was a light in his brilliant, brooding dark eyes that held her tighter than any chain. Slowly her attention stretched to encompass the impressive whole. In tailored black chinos worn with a striped designer shirt open at the neck, he looked absolutely gorgeous. As usual she was full of wildly conflicting responses. When she had believed he was about to thump Michael she had been terrified and then madly relieved by his withdrawal. Now her anger escalated in direct response to the fierce emotions she had been suppressing all evening. ‘I’m Michael … just by the way, in case anyone’s i
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Andrea swore in vicious frustrated Italian.‘You virtually kidnapped me. I didn’t agree to come here,’ she reminded him steadfastly, only the nervous clenching and unclenching of her slim hands by her sides betraying the level of her agitation. ‘Keeping me here against my will is just not on, Andrea.’Lean, powerful face rigid, Andrea studied her with seething intensity. The silence pounded and stretched. And then he dragged in a slow deep breath and said grittily, ‘Nothing happened last night.’Elena studied him fixedly. A flood of relief washed over her and left her dizzy and more hopelessly confused than ever. It was not only her pride and sense of decency that had been offended by his apparent faithlessness, she registered in dismay. She had been downright tormented by the idea that he might have been with someone else. She had been jealous, hurt and furious.Lean, angular features taut, Andrea set his perfect white teeth together. ‘I didn’t touch them … the models … they were com
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Like a sleepwalker, Elena scrambled up on unsteady legs, wrenching at her vest with one hand and going for her discarded jeans with the other. They hadn’t even got undressed, never mind made it as far as a bedroom. She was embarrassed, hopelessly unsure of how to behave. Her mind was in total turmoil. Everything she had believed she knew about herself was being turned upside down. But she fought off her misgivings and reminded herself that Andrea seemed to be making a genuine effort.After all, hadn’t he come looking for her this evening? He had been annoyed to find her with Michael. Had he been jealous? Perhaps Andrea was not quite as cold and unfeeling as his womanising reputation. Hadn’t he told her that she should be proud of the fact that he wanted her so much? Worrying at her full lower lip, she studied the sofa and reflected that he had not been exaggerating on that score. Maybe she was ridiculously old-fashioned. Maybe she needed to loosen up a little and stop fretting abo
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Andrea tensed. ‘When was that?’‘I was ten when Dad first set up home with Kelsey and her daughters. Unfortunately, Rose and Silvia didn’t take to me and, for the sake of peace, I was sent off to school. I hated it.’‘Why … were you bullied?’‘For waking the other girls up with my nightmares and being a terrible cry-baby.’ Elena winced in remembered shame over her past weakness. ‘I was horribly homesick—’Andrea reached behind him with a long arm and tipped her round and deftly forward into his lap. ‘I was too, but I didn’t have a home to go to any more.’‘You boarded too?’‘My mother was dead and her generous employer paid for my education at an exclusive school. I didn’t fit in. Sardinian mothers spoil their sons. I spoke lousy English, and I was a science geek and very small—’Elena squinted up at his shadowy profile. ‘Small?’ she interrupted in disbelief.Andrea nodded. ‘Tiny … I didn’t shoot up until I was well into my teens.’‘Were you bullied too?’‘Of course not.’But Elena cau
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Andrea surveyed the huge crowded room with concealed dissatisfaction. He wondered why it was that when fate gave him what he believed he had always wanted he should find it so irritating. Clingy women who remained welded to him like superglue in company had always exasperated him.In the course of a month, he had learned that Elena did not cling, shadow him round the room or continually seek ways to attract his attention. In fact, he sometimes felt like handcuffing her to his wrist or tagging her with a satellite-navigation system he could use to locate her when he wanted her back by his side. When she got talking to his guests, she lost track of time. She was wildly popular with the garden enthusiasts and had to be regularly rescued from those who took advantage of her horticultural knowledge to request free advice and even personal visits.‘Where is she?’ Andrea was finally forced to ask Francis. A few minutes later, his chief of security at his heels, he strode out to the rear
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Madly conscious of the warmth of his skin against hers and of the electric sparks of awareness in the atmosphere, Elena glanced up at him. The dark pupils of her blue eyes were dilated. Sensual tension sizzled through her, holding her still. She was on a high and although she tried she could not pull back from that intoxicating sense of energy and power while his smouldering tawny eyes burned over her with masculine appreciation.Andrea bent his arrogant dark head to murmur thickly, ‘How do you do this to me?’Taunting heat pulsed at the heart of her. She felt so wicked she closed her eyes tight, fighting his electrifyingly sexual magnetism. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about—’‘Di niente. Let me show you.’ Snapping both hands over her wrists, Andrea backed into the room behind him and drew her with him.The instant she registered his intention, Elena went rigid. She knew that hot, intent look on his lean, darkly handsome face. It filled her with an excitement she loathed. All
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He loosened the knot of his tie with an air of purpose and shed it along with his jacket. Not once did he remove his striking gaze from her perplexed face. He released the buttons on his shirt with taunting slowness.Elena was paralysed by surprise and the dulled heavy sensation of warmth low in her belly. ‘What are you doing? Your meeting-’Andrea came down on the bed beside her and reached for her with confident hands. ‘Make missing it worth my while,’ he invited in erotic challenge, letting his tongue delve deep between her parted lips and ravish the sweetness from her soft mouth.Around noon, he shook her awake. She blinked up at him like a rabbit caught in headlights, still so exhausted that her body literally felt weighted to the mattress. Andrea on the other hand looked re-energised. His black hair was still wet and spiky from the shower, his beautiful eyes brilliant as diamonds above his superb bronzed cheekbones. ‘You’ve missed your train. A driver is standing by to take you
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‘I can’t do anything,’ Elena said again. ‘I don’t have any money either.’Kelsey spoke up for the first time. ‘If you don’t find the means to sort this out discreetly, I assure you that I will divorce your father and then he won’t even have anywhere to live. I’ve had enough. I won’t tolerate any more.’Elena sighed heavily. ‘I can understand how you feel—’‘I don’t think you do. While our lives have been crashing and burning as we struggled to pay our bills, you’ve been swanning down red carpets to film premières!’ Silvia condemned furiously. ‘I see your picture in all the top magazines and your name in the gossip columns. You’re shacked up with a Category-A billionaire!’‘It would have been crude to present Andrea with a shopping list of demands in your very first week,’ Rose opined, ‘but it’s time you stopped being selfish and shared your amazing good fortune with your family.’‘That’s enough, girls,’ their mother, Kelsey, murmured. ‘I’m quite sure that Elena has got the message.’I
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