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he wasn’t holding her that tightly. Instead, Nadia stood still as he brushed his lips against hers.
    It was a gentle kiss, demanding nothing, and she told herself that was why she didn’t move away. In fact, the light and gentle, almost questioning, tone of the kiss was the only reason she pressed her palms to his chest, digging her fingers into the lapels of his evening jacket. Though she didn’t drag him closer, she certainly didn’t push him away as the kiss deepened.
    Sawyer’s tongue brushed against her full lower lip, and she gasped, allowing him the advantage. He dipped inside, tongue stroking hers, and she couldn’t resist the urge to reciprocate. As the kiss grew hungrier and deeper, she could feel herself hovering on the edge of the precipice.
    Fortunately, sanity returned when he moved his hand lower to cup her buttocks and press her lower body more firmly against his, emphasizing the level of his arousal. It was like a splash of cold water in the face, allowing her to jerk away. “No more of that.”
    She scrubbed at her mouth while she glared at him, wanting to wipe away all traces of the kiss—not because it had been unpleasant, but because it had been too pleasant, too earthshaking, and more than she wanted to accept. Being attracted to Sawyer was bad enough, but having an affair with him was unthinkable. She couldn’t think of any reasons why at the moment, but she was sure they would return to her when her mind cleared from passion.
    He frowned. “What’s the problem?”
    “The problem is you and I have a deal, a business deal. We’re not involved, and I won’t let you do that again.” Without waiting for an answer, she spun on her heel and strode to the bathroom, pausing only long enough to grab sleepwear from the dresser where a maid had thoughtfully unpacked all her clothing earlier. Thank goodness she’d had the foresight to insist on a few comfortable pieces for sleeping during her shopping trip with Onja.
    By the time she had removed her makeup and shoved her hair into an unflattering ponytail, she was feeling calmer. Stepping from the bathroom, she was disconcerted to find the light already out and Sawyer in bed. He was snoring softly, and though half the bed was available, the covers even thrown back for her, she ignored the unspoken invitation and turned to the furniture instead.
    Some exertion allowed her to line up the ottoman to the loveseat in a semi-comfortable position, and she stretched out on the furniture. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as it had looked, and she supposed that was due to the quality of the pieces. Still, it wouldn’t be her favorite place to sleep for the next six nights after this one, but it was far safer to stay on the slightly uncomfortable loveseat than move to the tempting king-size bed.
    She had no doubt the thread count of the sheets would be in the millions and super soft against her skin. The mattress would probably be the most comfortable she’d ever slept on, and she would snooze like a baby. None of those features were the most tempting one.
    The main attraction and component holding her back was the bed’s owner and sole occupant. She had the feeling if she got into that bed with him, she’d wake up curled in his arms, her own body having betrayed her in the middle of the night. If that happened, she doubted she would be able to move away from him a second time. Not because she thought he would try to force her or hold her there, but because she didn’t think she could summon the strength of will to make herself leave again.

Chapter Five
    The spa was amazing. Nadia had been to such facilities before, but never one quite like this. It was certainly upscale, and she was thankful Sawyer had pressed his card into her palm that morning despite her resistance. Yes, she could have afforded the indulgent luxury of the place, but she’d decided to allow him to pay for it instead. It was simply another bonus, like that mind-blowing kiss.
    No, she