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Was this how he was used to operating? Making spur-of-the-moment decisions affecting other people, confident that they’d fall in with his plans…

“I—I don’t have anything suitable to wear,” she argued, and realized, in horror, that she was teetering on the edge of giving in.

“I can’t believe that. You might like to pack an evening dress, though…There’s a dinner dance the night we arrive.”

“If I do fly to the resort with you, I’ll expect you to keep a dance for me,” she heard herself demanding recklessly.

“That’s a promise.” He leaned back, a satisfied smile on his lips. He was quite ruthless, she realized. Ruthless at getting what he wanted.