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    Marco caught her hands above her head, pressing them down to
the sheets and looking her over as if he was examining a crime
scene. His eyes burnt through her with raw desire that made her
quiver beneath him. She had to admit, his obviously athletic body
felt absolutely wonderful pressed to her in that position but she
could not afford to jeopardize her career. How was she to know that
he wasn’t just trying to persuade, by seduction, from pursuing a
story on him? “Do I look comical now, mia tesora ? Do you think my desire for you is a
joke?”
    “ This is not a part of our agreement,” she struggled to get out
from trembling lips. “I won’t—we won’t be having sex with each
other.” She threw the words out at him as if she was afraid to.
Besides, if he had really known her sexual history, he probably
wouldn’t have wanted her so badly. She had no experience in that
department and she did not want to disappoint anyone…especially a
hot-blooded Sicilian like Marco who lived and breathed passion.
That is if she wanted to share herself with him anyway!
    “ Really?” he asked as if he really hadn’t known. “Well, too
bad. You don’t know what you’re missing.”
    “ Ha!” she breathed in his face with a sarcastic
smug.
    Marco then eased off her and straightened his clothes. “Then
it would not bother you if I went out tonight…and probably stayed
out,” he teased.
    Meagan looked at him narrowly and pointed a finger at him.
“You wouldn’t dare sleep with another woman!”
    He
cackled hilariously. “And why would you care, mia tesora ? I thought this was only a ‘sham of a
relationship’.”
    She
glared at him angrily and flung a pillow in aim of his head but he
ducked expertly. “Oh…it should have hit you in that big mouth of
yours!” she yelled as his laughter seemed to hurt her ears. “The
media seems to—I don’t know—have a thing for the big proud Marco
Mussolini and if I am going to be his so-called fiancée then I
suggest that you keep your member in your pants! I won’t have my
name scarred at the end of this!”
    Marco leant his head and nodded with a broad smile on his
face. “As you wish. But if you are so concerned about your
reputation, then I suggest that you reconsider being my woman in
every sense of the word,” he muttered and approached her once
again. “I am like any other hot-blooded Sicilian and I have never
encountered a woman who has twisted my emotions like you have. My
well-being requires it. And it I shall have!”
    “ Are
you out of your mind?” she tried not to scream, saying. She then
paced slowly across the room and sighed. “No—you know what? Take me
back to Palermo.”
    “As
you Americans would say, that’s a no-can-do.”
    “What do you mean that’s a no-can-do ? If you hold me here against my will that is called
kidnapping, which is not very good for your, already, scarred
reputation.”
    “Non
dire sciocchezze !
Nonsense,” he replied, looking as arrogant as ever, holding up his
hand in defiance. “You came here because you wanted to—things
people would do for a career—and we had a verbal
contract.”
    “ Oh,
that is such hot air and you know it!”
    “ We
will be here for two weeks. I am not that unbearable to be
around.”
    “Two
weeks?” she snapped. “Oh god!” She held her head in her palm and
then shook it sighing. “I know what you’re doing…you’re trying to
punish me aren’t you? Because I think you’re involved in drug
smuggling?”
    “ As
much as that sounds like a very enticing thing to do right now,
don’t flatter yourself. I wouldn’t waste my time trying to
construct such a scheme. I’d rather go the old-fashioned route…to
woo you into my arms, which won’t be very hard to do.”
    “ You
know what,” she hissed, stepping up to him and scowled at him like
a witch on the hunt for her new apprentice. “Two can play at that
game, lover boy. I am going to get that story and you are going to
learn that