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“Shower?”

He nodded sagely. “Trust me. You feel fine, but a warm shower will make sure of it.” He kissed her forehead and then pushed off the bed. “That was the beginning, cara. There is more to come.”

Her cheeks flushed at the very idea. She watched him stroll across the hotel room, uncaring of his nakedness. He was a spectacular specimen of masculinity, all lean planes and muscular strength. His skin had a honey caramel tan all over. Did he spend time sunbathing in the nude? A smile played on her lips at the very thought of a man like Sabato Montepulciano sunbathing at all. And yet, he hailed from Italy, where it was far warmer than London. Where did he live? What did he do when he wasn’t raising money for children’s hospitals and buying up five star hotels? There was so much she didn’t know about him, and now her heart was firing in her chest. Not with concern that she’d slept with a virtual strang

er. No, she was filled with excitement at the very idea of getting to know him better. Of learning his secrets and understanding what made him tick.

She moved through to the bathroom and started the water running. While it built up to its maximum temperature, she busied herself folding towels and arranging them properly on the shelves. As she lifted the last one into place, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror.

Is that me? She wondered, staring at the woman who had some of her characteristics. Her blue eyes were shining, her auburn hair in disarray. Her body had spots of pink from where Sabato’s stubble had rubbed her. She felt different, and she definitely looked it. She lifted trembling fingers to her lips. They were full and sensitive.

Well, she was no longer a virgin. And she had lost her virginity in a pretty spectacular way. No awkward fumbling around in the back of the car for her.

Sabato appeared behind her, still naked, still gorgeous. He wrapped his arms around her waist and stared at her in the mirror. “You are smiling.”

She made a sound of agreement. In the reflection, her eyes sought his. “I was just thinking that good things come to those who wait.”

Emily wasn’t sure what made Sabato’s expression shift, but something caused him to look darkly reflective for a moment. “Did you tidy the towels in here?”

Her cheeks flushed. “I couldn’t help it. I guess it’s instinct now.”

He reached down and linked his fingers with hers. When he stepped into the shower, she followed. The water was heavenly on her body, warm and refreshing. Emily made a noise of pleasure as the stream flowed over her body. Reality was dipping at the edges, threatening to intrude but Emily wanted to stay in that moment a little while longer.

Sabato pressed his fingers into the small of her back, and gently rubbed her sensitive flesh. Emily relaxed in his arms, her whole body weakened by pleasure.

“I have to call my boss,” she said, her voice rich with complaint.

Sabato lifted her fingers to his lips. “Why?” He kissed each fingertip, his eyes holding hers.

“Because! I just haven’t turned up for my shift. Ewan will be beside himself.”

Sabato stroked the sensitive flesh on the inside of her wrist. “I have notified the hotel you will not be working for the rest of the weekend.”

Emily froze. A fever flared inside of her. “You did what?”

Sabato’s smile was relaxed. “I had my assistant make arrangements. You are not needed this weekend.”

Emily pulled her hand away, and stared up at Sabato as though he’d started speaking Martian. “You … you got your assistant to… make arrangements?”

“Yes.”

She stepped around him and reached for a towel. She wrapped it around herself as she walked, angrily, from the bathroom. Sabato followed almost immediately, as she’d known he would.

“What is wrong with that? It is what you wish, after all.”

“No!” She snapped angrily, crossing her arms over her chest. “Oh my God, Sabato, you had no right.”

A muscle flecked in his jaw. Being pulled to task by anyone was a wholly new experience. By this woman, who had been so soft and pliable in his arms, it was a very unwelcome one. “I wanted you. You wanted me.”

“But this is my job! My life!”

“And I made sure my assistant would handle it discreetly. It is not as though she has called your manager and told him what we are doing,” he promised.

Emily made a sound of mortification. “But she knows? Sabato, how could you do this?”

“What is my assistant to you? To her you are just another name, why do you care?”

Emily’s face drained of all colour, and Sabato, to his credit, realised immediately how his words had sounded. “You are not just another name. I only mean that my assistant is not privy to the details of my life. She was given a request and she has carried it out.”


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