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."
    He frowned at Elise's short laugh.
    "Trust me, men always want her not me, not
that I mind. Men are nothing but trouble, if Jemima's adventures are
anything to go by.   I mean look at her
latest boyfriend. He's some weird rocker dude that she is jet setting round
Europe with, and now he's landed himself in jail for possession of drugs for
pity's sake, and she expects me to bail her out again. Well, she can sing for
it. She really can. Besides I haven't got the money she wants, and even if I
did, she has gone too far this time. Drugs, Marco. She's insane I tell you,
insane!"
    Some of the colour had come back into her
cheeks, and Marco's smile turned wicked when she seemed to remember whose lap
she was sitting on.
    "
Europe
,
eh. And how did she get the tickets for the trip, Elise?"
    He chuckled as her colour increased, and she
threw him a worried glance.
    "Did I pay for those tickets by any chance?
Elise?"
    At her barely visible nod he sighed.
    "Why didn't you ask me?"
    "Ask you ? Yeah right, as if you'd
have ever said yes."
    Marco shifted in his seat, his conscience
pricking at him. In all fairness, he probably wouldn't have listened. She had
annoyed him far too much back then, with her garish clothes and her sharp
tongue. Heaven only knew what that Jemima must be like,if Elise thought she was
the conservative one. His eyes hurt just trying to imagine what Jemima must
dress like, bearing in mind the outfits he had made Agnes burn. That had been
an ingenious plan of his. Once again his eyes ran over the delightful curves
her dress displayed, and he moved one hand deliberately just under the short
skirt, delighting in her gasp and the way she tried to clamp her thighs
together.
    An action that made her wriggle enough to have
his cock tighten painfully.
    He chuckled to himself when she noticed, her
brown eyes turning huge before she tried to wriggle off his lap.
    "Not so fast, woman, you owe me
remember."
    Elise put her hand on his mouth stopping him
from kissing her.
    "No need to constantly remind me of that. I'm
all too aware that you bought me for your own ends, but that doesn't start
until we're married Mr."
    "More's the pity, pasticcino, but
have it your way, for now."
    ****
    Elise sat in the Land Rover wondering what was
taking Marco so long. He had stopped in a back street outside a shabby looking
tailor’s, and he'd been ages, mumbling something about last minute wedding
arrangements.
    Elise had palpitations just thinking about the
wedding. Earlier in the car had been bad enough. She had wriggled off his lap
in a hurry, her hand tingling where he licked it when she had stopped him from
kissing her. His eyes singed her with the heat of their gaze, and she'd been
all too aware of his clearly visible erection, through the tailored trousers.
She highly doubted that he would ever let her wriggle away again, once they
were married.
    He surprised her with his quietly uttered
question.
    "Do you want me to bail your sister out? I
can afford it, after all. It'll be too late to get her to the wedding,
but…"
    "No, no, no, no!"
    He cocked one eyebrow at her vehement denial,
and Elise cursed herself for a fool when his gaze turned suspicious.
    "Why not, she is your sister after all, and
we only get one family."
    "I know that, Marco, but really, she needs
to learn a lesson."
    "Ok, I'll get Robert on the case, though,
in case she needs legal counsel."
    Elise nodded, miserable at not being able to be
honest with him, but she had to protect Jemima from his wrath. If he ever found
out how he'd been duped… That didn't bear thinking about. Jemima, with no child
care qualifications at all whatsoever, looking after his beloved daughter. The
thought of Mimi made her smile. The little girl had taken residence in her
heart with such a speed she would never have thought possible after what
happened at her last assignment. Jemima must have missed that out of her CV
when she applied for this job.
    Breathe, Elise, breathe, and don't