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anywhere
like that, most of them are too….”
    “Too
what?” Dominic prompted.
    “Too
showy, too exposed. I wouldn’t feel comfortable in them. They are not me at
all.”
    He
frowned. Had he not told Lucinda to ensure she received the type of clothes she
wanted? Dominic sighed. Of course she would think Rachel just another of the
long line of women he’d spent his money on over the years. They would have
asked for the most revealing, the most tempting clothes. Tiny little dresses
and tight tops. Not one of them had realized he preferred to unwrap his
presents, not see half of them before he even got started. But Rachel…he called
to mind the dress she had been wearing when he met her. It was demure, fitted,
showed nothing more than her calves, making her look like some sort of Fifties
screen goddess.
    How
he wanted her.
    “I
think we should just send them back,” she continued. “The jeans and the
T-shirts will be fine.”
    “They’re
my gift to you.”
    “Yes,
but—”
    “Perhaps
we might have some dinner then, you and I?” he suggested. “You could wear one
of your new dresses. I am certain you will look beautiful.”
    Her
blush increased. She lowered her eyes and clasped her hands in front of her. As
he looked down at her, at the shine on her very blonde locks, the curves of her
petite body and the way she wrung her hands together, it was all quite suddenly
decided in his mind. Hadn’t he planned to do this slowly, a little voice
reminded him, but it seemed that was not going to happen now. He would have to
have her tonight. Anything else was unacceptable. Though he wanted to woo, his
control was thin, barely able to really hold. Dios.
    “I’m
not really dressed for dinner.”
    Her
words did nothing but draw his attention to her body. Her breasts were so full,
her tiny waist begging him to place his hands around it. And her hair…it
surrounded her in the softest of waves and Dominic wanted to run his fingers
through it. More than that, he wanted to wrap it around his fist as he pounded
her mercilessly from behind.
      “Then we need not go out. You can save the
dresses and simply wear what you have on. I will order for us here. Room
service.”
    She
looked at the floor, her cheeks stained the most delicious pink. “Oh. I’m not
sure about that.”
    “Why?”
    “Well,
it’s just, well….”
    “Well
what?” he demanded.
    “It
seems a little bit, erm… I don’t generally have dinner with strange men in a
bedroom.”
    His
cock hardened and he shifted. Any doubts he had fled and he played over in his
mind exactly how he was going to get her into his bed. How he was going seduce
her. Slowly.
    Carefully.
    By
the time he was done she would be nothing more than a panting, pleasurable
mess.
    “You
will be perfectly safe in my company,” he lied.
    “I
didn’t mean...”
    “You
are right to be careful of your reputation. It is admirable.”
    “But—”
    “One
hour,” he said. “I will return then.” And then, without even thinking, he
stepped forward and placed a hand against her cheek. His palm rested perfectly
against the curve of her jaw and she looked up at him with wide eyes. His heart
stuttered, his cock jerked, and Dominic did exactly what felt right. He leaned
forward and placed a kiss upon her trembling lips.
    Just
a taste, just a brief touch, and yet it took everything he had not to pull her
against him and kiss her until she begged him to stop. The moment he pulled
away she shuddered.
    “I—”
    “One
hour,” he whispered, and then he left her there, blushing and trembling. He had
no choice. One more touch was all it would take to forget everything but the
lure of her perfect little body and sparkling eyes.
    Dominic
had a feeling she could make him forget everything far too fucking easily.
     
     

Chapter Seven
     
    An
hour and a half later and Rachel was still a mess. Sitting at the dining table
in the suite opposite the man who had kissed her, she could barely contain