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Оглавление‘How would you like to accompany me to that dinner I was telling you about?’
‘You mean as your guest?’ she queried, her voice quivering on the brink of astonishment. ‘But there must be a million women you could ask!’
‘Oh, at least a million,’ he answered, with cool and mocking humour. ‘But none of them suitable and for all kinds of reasons.’
‘But won’t…?’ Jessica bit her lip. Wasn’t it more than a bit humiliating to have to ask the next question? ‘Won’t it be slightly unbelievable…someone like me going out with someone like you?’
‘Possibly,’ Salvatore conceded, his eyes flicking disparagingly over her bulky waterproof. ‘If you were dressed like that.’
‘Oddly enough, it didn’t occur to me to put on my best party dress for work,’ she said, hurt.
‘You mean you might have something suitable tucked away?’
‘Of course,’ she said proudly, and then a sudden, heady sense of her own power swept over her in a way it had never done before. ‘But I haven’t said I’ll go yet, sir.’
Fractionally, he leaned forward, his face closer, his voice soft. ‘But I think you will—won’t you, Jessica?’
He was so close that she could see the moonlight glinting in his sapphire eyes and sense his animal warmth, the tangy scent of soap and raw masculinity. This close, he was… Jessica felt her heart give an irregular skip. He was irresistible.
‘Yes, I’ll come,’ she said, and then stumbled out of the car before either of them could change their minds.
