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A wicked smile curved Vito’s lips.

“Definitely not. I just don’t like to jump into anything without weighing the situation carefully,” Christine answered.

“Good. Then you won’t mind if I do this.” With a flick of his finger, her sundress lay in a rumpled pile at her feet. She stood before him clad only in her blue bikini bottoms and matching strapless bra.

His bold gaze raked over her, making her ache for his hands to follow the same path.

“A very good trick, Mr. Cesare.” She backed closer to the shower-stall door. “Is that what you learn over the course of seducing countless women around the globe?”

“Hardly.” He reached for his belt buckle and whipped the length of leather out of the loops. “That’s a trick I was only just inspired enough to try. Don’t underestimate the appeal of seeing you naked.”

Oh, he was good. Sexy as hell. Her gaze moved to his hand as he lowered his zipper. She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly too dry.

“I can see the appeal of naked,” she agreed.