Alicia looked up to Dante’s face and willed herself to stand tall, strong, when everything in her wanted to hurl herself back into his arms and beg him to kiss her again.
‘I don’t know what just happened there—’
He advanced with a dangerous look on his face. ‘I can show you if you like.’ He clearly didn’t like the direction things were going. Alicia retreated around the back of the seat and gripped it. Her top slid off her shoulder again.
‘That won’t be happening again. Just because you have me here as a result of extenuating circumstances, just because you’ve dressed me, does not mean that I am available sexually. I am not interested—do you hear me? I will not be used like this just because it’s… it’s easy or convenient.’
Dante regarded the woman in front of him. Two spots of high colour marked her cheeks; her mouth looked like a ripe moist fruit…her hair was coming undone, tendrils of curls falling in sexy disarray. He had no doubt in his mind that he would indeed be taking Alicia Parker to bed. She was here now, his for a month. Plenty of time. She wouldn’t last more than a week with this heat burning up the air around them.