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‘Well, I don’t paint my nails or bake cookies, but I have some skills.’ But maybe her skills weren’t enough in this case. Suddenly she wanted to lean against that broad chest and just sob. She didn’t care that she’d been resisting his advances for months. She just wanted to feel those strong arms close around her. ‘Dino—’

‘It’s a good job I am here, no? A weak, feeble girl like you is going to need a big strong guy like me to help you out of this mess.’

Her traitorous desire to lean on him vanished instantly. ‘I don’t need any help from you.’

‘Sì, of course you need my help.’ His mouth curved into a slow, sexy smile. ‘It’s just you, me, and this little private room. This isn’t quite how I pictured our first night together, but I can be flexible. Do you have any mistletoe?’

‘If I had any mistletoe all I’d do with it is force-feed you the berries—’

Without warning he leaned towards her, and for one breathless, heart-stopping moment she thought he was going to kiss her. His eyes glittered dark with sexual promise and Meg felt something she’d never let herself feel. Then she came to her senses and gave him a hard shove.

‘You said you weren’t in the mood,’ he purred. ‘I was going to put you in the mood.’