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Suddenly—shockingly—Tallie became aware that she was no longer alone. She felt the gush of cooler air as the sliding doors of the shower were wrenched open, and someone— a total stranger—was standing there, staring in at her.

Tallie had a horrified impression of black tousled hair and dark brows snapping together in furious astonishment as ice-cold green eyes swept over her.

‘Sweetheart, you have precisely one minute to explain who you are, and what the hell you’re doing in my flat…’

His voice was low-pitched and well-modulated, but grim as an Arctic wind.

‘I’m waiting.’

He took a towel from the rail, and threw it towards her, and she snatched at it, huddling it almost gratefully round her body.

‘Although maybe finding a naked, pretty girl in my shower is immaculate timing. A hint that a few hours of mindless enjoyment could be just what I most need.’

He began to unbutton his shirt. ‘So put the water on again, darling, and I’ll join you…’

One Night with His Virgin Mistress

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