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    The cave was illuminated by a lamp that he must have brought from the garden. The pale beam
    of light that spilled from it highlighted the sculpted beauty of his face, and Kitty felt a fluttering sensation in her chest as her eyes focused on the sensual curve of his mouth. She hovered
    uncertainly while he dropped down onto the dry sand, the common sense for which she was
    famed telling her to go—now—before she did something she would later regret. But her feet
    seemed to be melded to the floor of the cave, and when he patted the sand next to him she
    walked slowly forwards.

    He held out a bottle of champagne. ‘Here, have some. You’re shivering again. It’s a pity it isn’t
    brandy, but I’m afraid you’ll have to make do with vintage Bollinger.’ He stretched out so that
    his lean, hard body was spread temptingly before her. His white silk shirt was open at the throat
    revealing the tanned column of his throat and a mass of dark body hair that she’d noticed also
    covered his forearms. He was so male , so overwhelmingly virile, Kitty thought shakily as she sank onto her knees beside him and took the bottle.

    ‘It doesn’t seem right to drink champagne from the bottle,’ she murmured. ‘It’s
    very…decadent.’

    ‘ Decadent? ’ Nikos’s low rumble of laughter echoed around the cave. ‘What a curious mix of
    contradictions you are, Rina. You sound as prim as a Victorian governess, and yet you’re happy
    to go skinny-dipping in the moonlight. Do I need to remind you that you are naked beneath my
    jacket?’

    He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen a woman blush, Nikos mused idly. The sexually
    confident women he dated were sophisticated game-players long past the first flush of virginal
    innocence. The thought caused him to frown as he watched Kitty take a sip of champagne. She
    seemed to be a curious mixture: shy one minute and eagerly responsive to him the next. When he
    had first kissed her he’d gained the impression that it was a new experience for her, but after her
    initial hesitation she had parted her mouth beneath his and kissed him back with such fiery
    passion that he had dismissed the idea.

    He didn’t need to remind himself that she was wearing nothing, he acknowledged grimly when
    she handed him the champagne bottle and he took a long draught. The dinner jacket was far too
    big for her and fastened so low that he could see the rounded contours of her breasts. He did not
    know what crazy impulse had made him ask her to stay, and he was already regretting it. He
    never made rash decisions. Even when he gambled he carefully weighed up the odds before he
    threw the dice. But for some reason Rina disturbed his cool, logical brain—and disturbed other
    areas of his body too. He wanted to kiss her again and never stop, but instead he forced himself
    to relax and tried to ignore the temptation of tasting champagne from her lips.

    ‘So, Rina,’ he queried lightly, ‘what made you decide to become a waitress?’

    Oh, Lord—how did she answer that? ‘I…um, I need to work,’ Kitty mumbled awkwardly,
    thinking that now might be a good time to bid him goodnight. ‘Like most people, I have to earn a
    living, and I’m not trained to do anything else.’ She thought of the years she’d spent studying for
    her degree, and her absorbing work at Aristo’s museum, and tried to imagine what life would be
    like if she hadn’t had the benefit of an excellent education, and really did have to work in some
    menial job. She had little idea of life outside her gilded cage, and although she supported various
    charities she couldn’t imagine what it must be like to be poor. The only experience she’d had of
    life in the real world was when she had worked as a volunteer at Aristo’s hospital, but, although
    she had found the work rewarding, her father had disapproved—citing concerns for her safety—
    and forbidden her from going.

    ‘Have you always lived on