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So, in short, Amelia was upset.
Her upset morphed into anger as Leo carried on making his bed, because he obviously didn’t understand just how upset and worried she was. So it wasn’t a total surprise that her mouth totally ran away with her, and what came out next was, “What’s up with you and Vanessa? Did you sleep with her?”
Leo had been stretching a blanket over the couch. At her question, he straightened and turned, his eyes narrowing. His shirt really did bring out the color of them, which was annoying.Hewas annoying. This whole situation was annoying!
And she couldn’t leave, because Fred would think she’d stolen twelve freaking million dollars from his fiancée! How could she prove her innocence? She couldn’t prove the absence of the ring unless they found whoever had stolen it. She was stuck, and annoyed, and angry, and tired, and Leo was walking toward her with a strange expression on his face, which wasextraannoying.Ugh!
“Amelia,” he said, a smile twitching at the corners of his lips, “are you jealous?”
“What?” she screeched. “No!”
“You’re totally jealous,” he said, closing in on her.
She had her back against the door, and she crossed her arms to protect herself from him. “I am not.”
His palms landed on the door above her head, caging her against it. “You’re seething right now. So angry, and all because another woman was all over me.”
“Wow. Arrogant much?”
“Look at how red your cheeks are.” His eyes had gone lazy, lips curling into nearly a full smile.
“Go away,” she said, but she didn’t duck under his arms to get away herself. Her heart had started to thump very, very hard. How did he smell so good? It was unnatural. And very nice.
No! Not nice. Totally unnatural and annoying. Like him and his stupid flirty ways.
“I think we should revisit what we went over yesterday,” Leo said, his voice dropping low. His body inched closer, so big and broad it was all Amelia could see. “I don’t think you really got what I was trying to tell you.”
She sipped in little breaths, scowling at him. “What are you talking about?”
“This.”
He kissed her. This time, he didn’t start soft. He dug his hand into her hair and crushed his lips to hers, hot and hard andhot. Double hot. Amelia whimpered, hands clinging to his shoulders, and Leo pressed the whole length of his body against hers to pin her to the door.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and lost herself in the kiss. All the tension of the evening drained out of her as Leo swept his tongue against hers, deepening the kiss with a low groan.
His hands dropped to her waist. She’d changed into a black slip dress for dinner, and the silky fabric bunched as his fingers curled against her. He slid one hand up to cup her breast, plumping it up. He then dropped his head to kiss her through the fabric of her slip and her thin bra, sucking the peaked tip of her breast into his mouth through her dress.
Amelia’s head dropped back against the door as she let out a rough moan, her fingers digging into Leo’s hair to hold him there.
Panting hard, Leo straightened. His hips pinned Amelia’s to the door, and he watched her with nearly black eyes. Broad hands spanned her waist, thumbs making small circles on her stomach. He was hard; she could feel it pressed against her lower belly.
“Do you get it now?” he growled.
She did not. She didn’t understand a single thing right now, including how to spell her own name. But she nodded and said, “Yeah. I see. I just need to get my tablet and make some notes.”
Leo watched her for a beat, his eyes narrowing slightly. Then his shoulders dropped the tiniest amount, and he pulled away like it pained him to stop touching her. Amelia had the sneaking suspicion that she’d said the entirely wrong thing. Her stomach sank.
“We should get some sleep,” he told her after a heavy, stilted pause. “I’ll use the bathroom first.”
ELEVEN
On Thursday morning,Leo made sure he was up and dressed before Amelia emerged. He’d messed up the night before. The thought of her being jealous of another woman—of feeling possessive over him—had turned him on so much he’d pinned her to the wall before he could think about what he was doing.
Kissing her was an addiction—one he’d have to cure. It was clear that Amelia was keeping their arrangement exactly where she wanted it. He was her seduction coach, and nothing more.
And, really, that was all he deserved.
By the time they headed downstairs and partook in the delicious breakfast Fred’s staff had on offer, it was time for the first event of the retreat.
