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you like a drink first, honey?” she asked and grabbed his hand, leading him to her front door.
    “No, a drink isn’t what I’m looking for right now,” he said with a growl, as she opened the front door and entered the house. “Where’s your room?”
    She looked at him with hooded eyes, her voice throaty with desire. “Up there.” She pointed to the stairs.
    “Well, let’s go.” He put his hand on her lower back and pushed her towards the stairs. Her breath caught when he touched her. This one isn’t going to be much work. He laughed.
    Misinterpreting him, Julie turned and smiled. She grabbed his hand and ran up the last few steps. “Can’t wait, huh?” She grabbed at his clothes.
    “Slow down, lady. What’s your rush?” he asked, backing down a few steps. Either he was in charge or or he’d turn around and walk right back out of the house.
    She stuck her bottom lip out. “Why so angry, Kellen? I just thought you were in a hurry to have some fun.” She sashayed into the room, tugging her dress off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Turning around, she posed for him at the foot of her bed. “Like what you see?” She almost purred.
    He removed his shirt, unzipped his jeans, and pushed them off his hips to the floor. “Like what you see?” he asked. He strode across the room and watched her lick her lips as she took in his body.
    “Oh, yes,” she whispered. “I very much like what I see.” She reached behind and unhooked her bra. It fell to the floor. Lying back on the bed, she waited for him to join her.
    Kellen crawled on top of her and ran his hands down her body. He kissed her neck and smirked as she arched her back, making sure he noticed her fake breasts. He moved down and softly bit her nipple, making her moan. Oh yeah, this one is going to be really easy to please. He quickly placed the condom over his erection before he slid into her.
    As soon as she finished and cried out his name, Kellen pulled out. Julie pouted. “Why’d you do that?”
    He ignored her, rolled off the bed, grabbed his clothes, and asked, “Where’s your bathroom?”
    She pointed and slid off the bed. “Want me to join you?”
    “Nope.” He walked into the room and locked the door behind him, feeling dirty from the sex.

Chapter Seventeen
    R hian woke feeling relaxed, stretched and contemplated how she could certainly get used to this. Stepping out of bed, she put on a robe and a pair of slippers, and then headed to the kitchen to make coffee and a simple breakfast. Just as she poured her coffee, she heard a knock at the door. Glancing at the clock, she wondered who could be here this early in the morning.
    She crossed the room and tried to peek through the thick glass at the top of the door. “Who is it?” Rhian’s breath caught when she saw a handsome stranger’s deep blue eyes looking back at her.
    “Hello Signorina St. Claire. I am Dante Barone. I own the art store in town. You ordered some supplies?”  
    Rhian opened the door and smiled. “Oh, how nice to meet you. I’m afraid you have caught me just getting up and around.” She could feel the blush on her skin. “Please, come in.”
    Dante Barone stood at least six-feet tall and had beautiful wavy brown hair. He wore a form-fitting blue shirt, a pair of tight blue jeans that didn’t leave much to the imagination, and a pair of Armani shoes.
    “No need to apologize. It is I who should apologize for coming so early. When we got your order for the art supplies, I was intrigued and wanted to meet this American painter.”
    “Would you like some coffee and fruit? I just made myself something to eat. I can’t wait to check out the art supplies. My entire life, I have wanted to come to Italy and paint,” she replied, her enthusiasm evident in her voice. She rambled on as she always did when she became nervous. Oh that accent!
    Dante smiled at her. “Well, they will be here this morning. The truck is not far behind me. I’m so glad you