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He had his hands on her forearms and she couldn’t move, but she raised her head defiantly, looking him full in the face.

“Actually, yes.” And she made sure he knew she meant it. She waited for his temper to rise, but he considered her dryly, his head to one side.

“Some girls wouldn’t mind that,” he said softly. “Being wined and dined with no strings attached is what plenty of career women call for these days. No messy complications or irritating ties.”

She didn’t know quite how to answer that. “You have an answer for everything, don’t you?” she muttered crossly. Her voice wasn’t as acidic as she would have liked, mainly because with the palms of her hands pressed against his chest so hard she could feel the beat of his heart, and with the smell and feel of him all around her, her head was beginning to spin.