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him across the opening.
    Dawn light painted his skin golden, highlighting the curves and planes of his muscled frame. His potent masculinity caught her breath, but it was the gleam in his clear gaze that twisted her heart. She loved his quick mind, his wit, his charm, his tender generosity even more than his perfect male body.
    She sighed. She was doomed never to have the whole package that was Fabrizio Armati. He offered her physical pleasure, but nothing else.
    She’d tried running and it hadn’t worked. Now she’d found her way back into his bed she couldn’t willingly leave it.
    Yet perhaps she could protect herself. If she took a leaf out of his book. If she kept sex separate to the rest of her life. If she embarked on a liaison that was physical, pure pleasure, instead of emotional.
    Impossible,
screamed an inner voice
. You’re already in love with him.
    What choice did she have? Retreat wasn’t an option. All she could do was shore up her defences, barricade her heart as best she could and hope that intimacy, coupled with the knowledge Fabrizio would never return her feelings, might eventually kill those feelings for him.
    Her shoulders slumped. ‘You win, Fabrizio.’
    She watched him struggle not to grin but the triumph was clear in his eyes as he closed the gap between them. He came up against her outstretched palm.
    ‘I’ll be with you,’ she said, her voice rough. ‘But on my terms.’

 
    CHAPTER SIX
     
    FABRIZIO SAT BACK in his chair and let the discreet buzz of Rome’s most chic and expensive restaurant wash over him.
    He should be pleased with life. He’d closed the deal with De Laurentis on the terms he wanted and was now the possessor of the exquisite Villa Bellini. The land he wanted to purchase in the Seychelles was in the bag and negotiations in Hong Kong were going well. Closer to home he had Jenna, luscious, sexy Jenna back in his bed.
    He watched the sway of her pert backside in that tight red dress as she sashayed through the dinner crowd to the ladies restroom.
    He leaned back, wondering why he felt no satisfaction when everything was going as he wished.
    Everything except his plans for Jenna.
    For three weeks they’d been lovers again and she was just as amorous, just as bewitching as ever. In fact there was an edge to her passion that almost stole his breath, an intensity he was sure hadn’t been there before. At first it had thrilled him. Now…
    His skin prickled with the feeling that someone walked over his grave. He had an uneasy suspicion it didn’t bode well.
    She was back in his bed but that was all. Every day she insisted on leaving at dawn to go back to her tiny rented apartment across Rome to get ready for work. There were days when they couldn’t meet for lunch because she claimed to be too busy at the office, though she no longer ran the Villa Bellini and was merely working in De Laurentis’s Rome offices.
    The thought of her working for his rival made his blood boil but she refused to stop. Even when he offered her the equivalent of a handsome wage, just so she could give up her job and be with him. Didn’t she realise he’d look after her?
    There were even nights when she was too busy or too tired to meet him. As if she had trouble fitting him in her schedule!
    Worse, he read the smudged shadows under her bright eyes and wondered if he’d put them there.
    Impossible! The sex was as stupendous as ever. Jenna wanted him as much as he did her. He was sure of it.
    Yet he wasn’t sure of her.
    Why keep her distance? Why not simply move in with him? The hell of it was, the more she kept a space between them, the more he wanted to smash down the barriers she’d put up and keep her glued to his side, where she belonged.
    He still hadn’t got to the bottom of why she’d left him before. Every time he pressed she shied away and, wary of disrupting what they had, he backed off. But not knowing was like a sliver of ice jammed in his spine, keeping him on edge. He hated