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tonight.
    She wrapped her arms around him and held him close for a few minutes. “I’m sorry for betraying you.”
    “I know you are.”
    “What are you going to do next?”
    “I’m going to trap Barty Eastburn and make sure that bastard never steals from anyone again.”
    She nodded. “You’ll need my help.”
    “Yes. Ian is going to come up with a plan and we will be discussing it tomorrow.”
    Dominic let go of her and stood. He pulled back the duvet on her bed and motioned for her to get in. She climbed onto the bed, though she knew her robe was going to be too hot to sleep in.
    He took off his pants and she had a chance to just stare at his almost naked body. The boxer briefs he wore clung to his buttocks and thighs as he turned away from her. When he turned back she stared at his body. He was toned and muscled and she wanted nothing more than to explore his form.
    “Like what you see?” he asked.
    She gave him an embarrassed grin. But Dominic was at home in his skin and held his hands out to his sides. “Look all you want.”
    “I want to touch you, too,” she said.
    “If you’re good, that might be arranged.” He sat down on the bed next to her.
    “What constitutes good?”
    “Lose that robe and I’ll tell you.”
    She loosened the sash and had the robe halfway off before she remembered she wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous like Dominic Moretti. But by the time the thought entered her head it was too late. Dominic had taken the robe and tossed it on the floor.
    She sat there in a pool of light from her bedside lamp, naked and vulnerable, and for the first time in her life, that didn’t bother her.
    Dominic knew spending the night with Angelina was a mistake, but he’d be unable to walk away when he’d seen those wounded chocolate-colored eyes of hers.
    She was easily the sexiest woman he’d seen in years. And a part of that sexiness came from the total unawareness she had of her own attractiveness. There was a guileless way about her that drew him.
    A part of him feared that it was all a lie—she had been a spy. But tonight—just for tonight—that didn’t matter. He wanted to enjoy every second he could with her until the sun came up and they were forced to move on to the role of mistress and master.
    “That’s very good, Angelina. Now lie back against the pillows.”
    She curled on her side, drawing the sheet up to her breasts and wrapping one arm around his waist. He put his arm around her shoulder. This quiet moment of holding one another had nothing to do with revenge or any kind of arrangement. Was she his Achilles’ heel? Was this how Lorenzo had found himself cursed—falling for some of this quiet comfort in a woman’s arms?
    Dominic had no answers. He only knew that he needed this tonight. That making love to Angelina had taken the edge off his anger.
    “What do you want to know about Renni?” she asked, running her fingers over his chest.
    “If I offered him a job…would he take it?”
    She sat up, her hand square in the middle of his chest. “Would you do that?”
    “I’m thinking about it.”
    She kissed him, taking her time. And when she lifted her head from his, he felt like a different man.
    This relationship with Angelina was going to be a double-edged sword. She was going to always feel grateful to him and he was going to…he was going to stop acting like a sap and remember that what they had was nothing more than a six-month affair.
    Once his brother wrapped up the Vallerio problem and got the rights to that name back, there’d be nothing standing in the way of Moretti Motors making a full comeback. Over the last few years they’d surpassed what Nono had done during his storied run as CEO, and now Dominic had his eye on setting a new standard of excellence.
    “What are you thinking?” Angelina asked. “You looked so fierce just now.”
    “I was thinking about Moretti Motors and how close I came to letting all the success I worked so hard for slip through my