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‘I’m starving,’ she said as she finally picked up a towel and covered herself.

He saw a speckle of red on her cheeks and some mottling on her chest.

‘There is one thing you ought to know,’ Costa said. ‘Even a slut like me would never have put you in danger.’

‘Sorry about that.’ Mary winced. ‘I was just...’

‘I get that you were cross. So was I... But with myself.’

He wanted to touch the little goosebumps on her bare arm, and he could see, even beneath the thick towel, the jut of her nipples. He should walk out through that door right now.

‘I’ve never had unprotected sex,’ he told her.

‘Bravo!’ Mary said, and she saw his odd smile. ‘Round of applause for Costa...’

She’d clap, except she was clinging onto the towel.

How, she wondered, could she be naked and relaxed in his arms one moment, and the next be standing feet apart from him wrapped in a towel and about to combust?

‘You’d have been fine,’ he told her.

‘Good to know,’ Mary said.

‘Youwouldbe fine.’

She swallowed and, although he just stood there, it would seem it was not just she who was tipping.

She dared not look down to see whether he was as physically affected as she was. In fact, she didn’t need to, for his eyes were black with desire. His mouth was neither smiling nor stern. It was closed, as though to hold in the words he wanted to say.

She would have to come to him, Costa had said. Clearly he was sticking to his earlier promise...

‘I’m going to bed,’ he told her, hoping like hell she would join him.

The helicopter was booked, and tomorrow she would be gone, but now—here—there was simply no denying their desire for each other.

One night.

It sounded a whole lot safer than two.

So turn and go, Costa told himself.

Except her slender shoulders sagged and he saw a flash of hopelessness in her eyes.

It was no longer for Mary to come to him, Costa knew.

She wanted to be wanted.

Sheneededto be wanted.

‘Are you coming?’ he asked, and saw the shine of her smile and heard her shriek of delight which made him laugh as he crossed the room and scooped her up.

Oh, he was gorgeous... She just clung to his neck and felt a lovely rush of air as the towel fell away.

As he carried her towards the coveted navy bed, he asked only once. ‘Sure?’

‘You know I am.’

She felt the softness of the velvet as he dropped her onto his bed, and then, like some magician, he pulled the velvet from beneath her so that she lay on a cool sheet.

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