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Оглавление“What are you trying to do, drown me?”
“I’m trying to save you.” He caught her wrists and held her arms wide in self-defense.
She stumbled to her feet, water streaming down her body—her body, because the tight black stuff she had on was virtually transparent. She was like an angry goddess rising from the sea, full breasted and glorious in her rage.
“Are you trying to save me or just make me crazy?” she shouted at him.
“I’m trying to—”
And then he forgot what he was trying to do, because she surged forward and he surged forward, and they came together in an explosion of pent-up desire. Right there in the middle of the bathtub in the penthouse of the Beverly Pacific Hotel.
“Damn,” he gasped, shocked by her slick hands on his bare back. “I never intended—”
“Shut up and kiss me,” she ordered in her throaty voice, “because I did intend.”
So much for that lousy commandment from the boss about clients and bodyguards not getting involved.…
