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feble,” Simon said, looking at her. Oh, God, those eyes. He reached up and gently brushed a lock of hair away from her face. “You know, this trip is turning out to be different to any of the others I’ve done. I’ve always had someone with me before, but I didn’t have any illusions about them. They were all nice girls, and fun to be with, but we never had any real conversations. They just wanted the bright shiny toys I could provide.”

    His voice is so sexy, and if he moves an inch closer to me I’m going to melt, I swear.

    “Simon -“

    “Shhh - don’t talk. Let’s believe in the music.” And pulling her towards him, he kissed her tenderly, his lips burning hers, before he ceased, and held her tightly.  

    Tamara froze. I can’t handle this. I’m not ready.

    “Let’s have a real vacation together,” he whispered, stroking her back. “We can forget how this thing started and just start over.” His mouth moved down her neck, drinking her scent and the warmth of her skin, hot from her sunbathing.

    Tamara felt her body responding as Simon kissed her skin so lightly, first her neck, and then her shoulders, his lips so gentle, his movement so unhurried. She sensed a fluttering in her stomach that she thought had long gone, that anticipation of passion, the hint, even, of sexy delight. Is this happening?

    “Ahhh - “ she moaned, pressing her body against his, and then hungrily seeking his mouth with hers, and kissing him deeply and with increasing urgency. Don’t stop…. Please….don’t…. ever…. stop.

    “ Where do we go from here?” he whispered, “I thought I had a path I was following, but suddenly it’s all up in the air. What are you doing to me?”

    “It’s hard for me too,” Tamara answered. “I never expected this. I never thought that we might - “

    “Yes?” he said, “Might what? I hope you aren’t having naughty thoughts, Miss Tremaine!” and he laughed teasingly.

    “Don’t be unfair - you started it!” she cried, pushing him away playfully. “You’re just a billionaire who wants anything he can get his hands on!”

    “Hey, whoa! You may be right, but I do have excellent taste, you know!” Simon stepped back and looked out of the French windows. “It’s going to be dark soon and this unexpected intimacy is making me hungry. Why don’t we eat out on the patio in the twilight? Then I won’t be able to see how scarlet your face is! Besides which, I need to tell you something.”

    “Sure - it’s lovely and warm. We can enjoy the view.”

    As they finished their salamis and beautifully prepared fish, Tamara noticed a sleek, modern yacht nosing into the bay and mooring below them. “Wow - what a fantastic boat. It’s huge. Amazing.”

    “Yes - it’s one of the largest privately owned boats in the Mediterranean at the moment,” Simon answered lazily. “Belongs to a Russian oligarch, I think.”

    Tamara looked at him curiously. “How do you know that?”

    He pushed his chair back. “Because I got your company to find it for us. That girl in your office is almost as efficient as you are, you know. You need to be careful: you’ll be out of a job when you return!”

    “What do you mean? This boat isn’t on our - on your - itinerary.”

    Simon laughed. “Exactly, Tamara. I’ve changed my mind. Up to now, apart from a few hours sunbathing,   you’ve had your head buried in your folders, ticking boxes and checking standards. Not much of a holiday. Also, you can only really enjoy the Amalfi coastline from the sea, so we’re going to go cruising for a couple of days. Don’t worry - you won’t get sea-sick!” He glanced at his watch.   “You’d better go and pack your things - a launch will pick us up in an hour.”

    “Simon? I was just beginning to relax - you don’t seem to relax for a moment. We’ve been on the move from the moment we left Sydney,” Tamara said angrily.

    “Don’t be ungrateful! I’m on a working holiday you