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Оглавление‘It’s not going to work, Clementine. Save your seduction routines for someone else. I’m not interested.’
Clem let out an incredulous snort. ‘You think I’m trying to seduce you? You? Don’t make me laugh.’
Alistair opened the hotel suite door, impatience, frustration, irritation etched in every muscle of his face. ‘We’re wasting valuable time. Out.’
She hitched up her chin. ‘You can’t order me about like I’m some sort of serf. I’ll walk out that door when I’m good and ready.’
His eyes hardened to chips of grey-blue ice.
‘If you don’t walk out this door on the count of three then—’
‘Then what?’ Clem leaned up close, placing her hands on the steely frame of his chest, where she could feel his heart pounding. Boom. Pitty. Boom. Pitty. Boom.
His eyes darkened until they were more pupils than irises. His hands encircled her wrists, the fingers digging into her flesh in searing hot fingerprints that made her blood race. It made his blood race too, for she could feel the tension in his lower body where it was touching hers thigh to thigh.
‘Then this,’ he said, and crushed his mouth to hers.
