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was standing at the door with her back to him, fighting to maintain the small amount of dignity that she had left after this humiliation.
     
    He sighed heavily and she could feel his warm breath on her neck. The feeling sent shivers down her arms, right to her heart and she wished with all her heart that he wasn’t such a horrible person to believe she was too good to have sex with.
     
    “I meant with this conversation. You can’t leave until you understand my point of view. I think you’ll do yourself a great disservice if you proceed with this foolhardy plan.”
     
    She spun around and leaned against the door, staring straight ahead, which meant she was staring at the middle of his chest. “Max, you’ve made your decision very clear. You’re not interested in having sex with me so let me go. There’s nothing else to say.”
     
    Her words sent his frustration level over the edge. “Who says I’m not interested in having sex with you?” he growled a moment before his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her hard against him. At the same moment, his mouth covered hers in a passionate kiss that blew away all her senses. Her fingers, which had been clenched into small fists by her side, slowly uncurled. One hand, then the next tentatively touched his cheek.
     
    His mouth moved over hers with merciless passion while his tongue invaded hers, moving in and out, tasting, enticing. From the first moment, Clarissa couldn’t think, couldn’t move but as her hands caressed his skin, her body moved of its own accord. Instead of leaning against the door, her body reached up, feeling his solid strength against her soft curves. She reveled in the feeling and he didn’t relent against her mouth until she sagged against him, her knees unable to hold her any longer.
     
    “So does this mean yes?” she breathed when he lifted his head slightly.
     
    “Dios!” he cursed and stepped back as if she were on fire. “Of course it does not mean ‘yes’!” He started his pacing once again, running his long fingers through his hair in frustration. “I can’t believe you’re still thinking of offering that to me. You should be trying to figure out how to make me propose!”
     
    Clarrisa leaned weakly against the door as she watched him, her senses still inflamed with desire which only increased as she took in his tall, muscular body. “But I’ve already told you. I don’t want to get married.”
     
    “And I’ve already told you, you’re being silly,” he replied, not really paying much attention to her at the moment as he tried to get his raging desire for her under control. “And I shouldn’t have kissed you again. I apologize for that.”
     
    That hurt, Clarissa thought. Of all the things he might have said, explaining his regret for that wonderful kiss was the deepest wound. “Okay, on that note, I need to leave.” She pushed away from the door and turned but again, his hand stopped her.
     
    “What are you going to do?” he demanded.
     
    “Do?” she parroted. “I don’t really know, Max. I hadn’t made it past the hope that you would help me out. But since you’re turning down my offer, I’ll have to rethink my strategy.”
     
    “Would you care to let me know when you’ve figured it out?” he asked, calm returning to his voice once again.
     
    Clarissa thought about it for all of five seconds. “No. I don’t think I will. I believe I’ve humiliated myself enough around you. I’ll stop while I’m painfully behind. Good day, and again, thank you for the lunch.”
     
    “I’ll let my driver know you’d like to go home.”
     
    She shook her head. “No, thank you. I don’t think I’m going home immediately.”
     
    “Where’s your security detail?” he asked, his eyebrows narrowing.
     
    She laughed bitterly. “Oh, they’re around here somewhere but I’m not supposed to know about it.” Her father maintained three body guards that followed her twenty four hours a day no matter