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do.”
    He
sunk back in his seat, keeping his eyes locked on hers. “You don’t
have much of a choice, mia tesora .”
    “ Excuse me?” she curled her top lip into a sneer, saying. “What
is that supposed to mean?”
    He
winked at her with a dark mysterious smile that made her notice the
small round mole at the left corner of mouth. He had a very
tempting mouth, she had to admit, but there was no way that she was
going to allow him to charm her out of her wit. She was a clever
individual and she intended on holding her grounds. She pulled down
her skirt hoping that it would magically meet her knees but it
wouldn’t and she met his eyes as they travelled down her body to
her thighs.
    “Tua
gonna …your skirt is
just fine,” he remarked as she returned a disgusted glance that
made him laugh. “Your facial expressions…they are—they are very
amusing!”
    She
rolled her eyes at him again and then stared through the tinted
windows. She frowned as she saw the ocean to her left and then saw
the limousine pull into a lot that seemed to belong to a harbour.
She stretched up and then glared as she spotted a huge yacht at the
dock and then averted her wide-eyed gaze to him. “What is going
on?”
    “ I
believe you and I will be going on a little water expedition,” he
said.
    “ I
am not going anywhere with you or…are you deaf?”
    Suddenly the car came to a halt and Marco opened the door and
stepped out into the warm sunlight. She saw him conversing a while
with his bodyguards and then the stood at a distance, where the
black SUV was parked. She then saw him step up to the car and then
and in a moment, she saw him peering inside at her. “Let’s go. My
yacht is ready to leave.”
    “ I
told you…I’m not going with you.” She heard him sigh, saw him look
away and then back at her.
    “Don’t let me have to pull you out, Signora Summers.”
    She
pouted at him and then after a long moment, she stepped out the
car, hearing the posse of guards laughing as if they were
celebrating.
    “ What is their problem?”
    “They seem to agree that you are quite a stubborn one!” Marco
chuckled.
    “ Well, you can tell your bodyguards to kiss my ass!” she
snapped, pointing a finger at him. She glared up at him and noticed
just how tall he really was. The top of her head only reached his
shoulder and she groaned lowly in her throat.
    “That is a nice
ass,” he responded, sucking in a sharp breath that made her shiver
slightly. “Come on…” He started to walk off but she remained where
she was, still pouting angrily, and when he realized, he turned
around and cocked his head at her. He then stepped up to her and
brushed a thin lock of his hair from his eye. He looked at his
watch and then back at her. “Why make this hard,
Meagan?”
    She
glanced at his limousine, at the highway and then attempted to run
off when he grabbed her by the arm. “Let me go--!” she yelled,
slamming the side of her fist against his firm grip but he didn’t
budge. He then pulled her up in his arms and flung her over his
right shoulder, holding her thighs firmly. “This is—release me at
once!” she yelped, delivering several blows to his back and side.
“I am going to make you pay for this!”
    Marco strode towards the dock and wove amusingly at the men
who were chuckling over his situation. He tried as hard as he could
to ignore the hard punches that she was throwing to his back but
that last one made him wince in pain. He released a heavy sigh and
then embarked the steps that ascended to the deck the
yacht.
    “Ciao ,
Allejandro!” he greeted the pilot, still keeping the angry woman
tight in his grip.
    “Pronto, Signor ?”
    “Sí,
devo andare !”
    “Non
fa niente .”
    In a
moment, Meagan stopped hitting him and he smiled to himself. The
pilot walked away and then pulled up the steps after which he was
out of sight for a few minutes until they felt the yacht moving. It
wasn’t until they had reached at least a few meters out