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Elena thought about the kind of harm that had a more lasting effect than mere bruises.Frustration was roaring through Andrea. She wasn’t listening to him. She often gave him the impression that she was only giving him part of her attention. Not in bed though, he reminded himself with grim satisfaction. But the rest of the time? Either he got the feeling she was holding back or she was lost in her own little world and he didn’t like either sensation. ‘I want to understand why you blew up over the watch.’Elena studied the clear water lapping round her legs and compressed her full ripe mouth. ‘Dad was always giving stuff like that to my mother.’His brows pleated. ‘So? He was her husband.’Elena was surprised enough to look up again. She had forgotten that he had moved down to her level and she collided unwarily with lustrous dark eyes the colour of autumn. A very dangerous man with strikingly beautiful eyes that made her heartbeat race. She shut her eyes tight in self-reproach. What w
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‘You don’t like?’ Andrea framed in a dark, deep voice redolent of thunder in a confined space. ‘Dannazione! Who is this guy?’Elena tilted her chin. ‘You don’t have the right to ask me that question.’Andrea’s lean, shapely hands clenched into potent fists. He did not lose his temper. He never, ever lost it and prided himself on his rock-solid self-control. But a rage like a burning blinding surge of darkness was rising up inside him. Barely able to credit her answer, he strode into the bedroom and swung forcefully back to face her. ‘On the contrary, I have every right. I set no boundaries on our arrangement.’‘You wanted my body and you’ve got it. You didn’t ask for and you’re certainly not getting anything else!’ Elena muttered bitterly.‘His name,’ Andrea framed in a tone of ice.‘None of your business.’‘I expect compliance.’ Andrea fixed his tie and reached for his jacket. She was hyper-aware of his every move.‘What I think and what I feel is my business,’ Elena told him shakil
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‘I’ve been doing some research on your boyfriend,’ Michael confided with a disapproving shake of his head over drinks in a fashionable bar. ‘You’re seriously out of your league.’Elena wrinkled her nose in reproof. ‘What happened to tact?’‘Your friends are supposed to be honest. From what I can understand, Andrea Santino makes it a mission to live up to his bad reputation.’ Michael pushed his tobacco-brown hair off his brow in a rueful gesture.An unexpected current of irritation darting through her in response to that criticism of Andrea, Elena folded her lips. ‘In what way?’‘In every way. He’s a shark in business and he runs through women like a knife through butter. I mean, what are you playing at? You’re a softy—’‘Perhaps Andrea brings out the concrete in me. I don’t know why we’re talking about him—’‘How about he’s a billionaire? You only met him a few weeks back? He’s an urban predator and you’re a country mouse? You have nothing in common with him. Of course I’m concerned a
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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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