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‘It’s decision time,’ Dante said, edging closer, touching the pads of his fingers to her cheek, his touch electric. ‘So what’s it to be? Close down the hotel or warm my bed and give your colleagues a fighting chance? It’s up to you.’

Mackenzi shied away from his hand—more to hide the tremors that resonated through her than from any revulsion to his touch. ‘With no guarantees, of course.’

‘Life doesn’t come with guarantees. The fate of Ashton House is up to you. Decide.’

She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could so easily block out the scent of him and the acute awareness of his presence that fired her skin to simmering heat. It was an outrageous demand, no kind of deal at all, and she should turn him down flat. But in standing up for herself she’d be letting the hotel down. And in agreeing to share his bed the hotel might be spared after all. Did she really have a choice?

‘Yes,’ she whispered through lips suddenly ashen- dry.

‘I didn’t hear you,’ he said, extracting every last shred of humiliation from her.

‘Yes,’ she repeated, louder this time. ‘I’ll sleep with you.’

He smiled then, a smile that simultaneously turned her thoughts to panic and her nipples to bullets. ‘I knew you’d see reason.’

The Italian Boss's Mistress of Revenge

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