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‘I am not marrying you.’

Draco sat on the sofa and leaned back with his hands behind his head, one ankle crossed over the other with indolent grace. ‘You haven’t got a choice. If you don’t marry me then your father will blame you for the collapse of his company.’

Allegra bit down on her lip. ‘Why me? Why would you possibly want me for a wife when you can have any woman you want?’

His eyes did a lazy sweep of her from head to foot and back again, sending a frisson through every cell in her body. ‘I want you.’

Those sexily drawled words should not have made her feminine core do a happy dance. Why would he want to shackle himself to a career woman like her—especially when they fought every chance they got?

Over the years she had done her level best to hide her attraction to him. These days she sneered instead of simpered. She derided instead of drooled. She flayed instead of flirted.

‘Listen, I appreciate the compliment—such as it is—but I’m not in the marriage market. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to—’

‘The offer is for today and today only. After that I start asking for my money back. With interest.’