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taken.
    Julia put a restraining hand on his arm. ‘I don’t think he
meant to hurt me, Silas.’
    ‘But he did. Your arms are black and blue—’
    Julia started to laugh.
    ‘What’s so funny?’ Silas demanded.
    Mischievously, Julia reminded him, ‘As my bottom deserved to
be, according to you.’
    Silas looked at her. Her lips were parted and her face was
flushed. There was a look in her eyes that told him...
    He put down the carriers and said softly, ‘Something tells me
that you find the prospect of a little spanking rather erotic.’
    Julia laughed and looked away demurely. ‘You’re the one who
keeps threatening to punish me,’ she told him breathlessly.
    Heavens, she couldn’t really be flirting like this with Silas , could she?
    ‘Mmm, but you’re the one who keeps reminding me that I haven’t
carried out my threat as yet,’ Silas murmured. ‘And the one who keeps on
provoking me...’
    ‘Provoking you?’
    ‘You certainly provoked me this morning, with that cute, peachy
little butt of yours.’
    Now it wasn’t just her flirting with Silas. He was flirting
right back. And the heady excitement of what they were doing was
irresistible.
    ‘You said I was thin,’ Julia pouted.
    ‘I guess maybe I didn’t make a close enough appraisal.’
    He was actually moving closer to her and reaching behind her,
and—oh, lordy—he was sliding his hand right down her back and cupping—no,
caressing—one firm buttock. Helplessly Julia leaned into him, even her shoes
forgotten.
    This was definitely not part of his
game plan, Silas recognised as he looked down at her closed eyes and parted
lips. He wanted his—their—kids to be conceived after they were married, not
before.
    He bent his head and kissed her briefly, ignoring the look of
disappointment in her eyes when she opened them as he released her.
    ‘We’d better get back. I saw Lucy at the hotel, and apparently
Dorland’s in a sweat because the necklace he had on loan from Tiffany has gone
missing.’
    ‘Oh, no! Poor Dorland. Maybe they’ll have found it by now,’
Julia suggested, as Silas picked up her bags. ‘Stuff like that happens all the
time. These big stars have such a huge retinue that no one ever seems to know
what anyone else is doing. One of the PRs has probably put the necklace
somewhere safe.’
    She was growing more sexually attracted to Silas by the hour,
Julia admitted to herself—or had the attraction always been there without her
wanting to recognise it?
    * * *
    ‘Oh, there you are. Nick’s gone over to the villa to see
if he can be of any help to Dorland,’ Lucy began as they walked into the hotel,
only to look accusingly at Julia’s carrier bags before exclaiming, ‘Jules—not
more shoes!’
    ‘I had to have them.’
    ‘How often have I heard that before? You do realise, I hope,
Silas, that Jules has a very serious shoe habit?’
    ‘Lucy, wait until you see them. They’ve got the perfect toe
cleavage shape,’ Julia burst out enthusiastically. ‘And the heels—they had one
pair with the cutest little kittens, and another with serious
stilettos...and...’
    ‘You had to buy them both!’
    Julia hung her head.
    ‘No wonder you snuck out this morning without telling me where
you were going,’ Lucy accused her. ‘You’re going to have to find a way of
restraining her, Silas,’ Lucy warned him, mock seriously.
    ‘Yes, I think I am,’ Silas agreed gravely, but when Julia
looked across at him the wicked glint in his eyes told her that the kind of
restraint he was envisaging had nothing whatsoever
to do with preventing her from buying shoes.
    What in the world was happening to her? She didn’t really
know—but she certainly knew what she would like to happen, Julia admitted
ruefully as she looked discreetly but very interestedly at the tell tale bulge
that no amount of expensive tailoring could completely hide.
    Sex with Silas. Mmm...
    ‘Jules, will you please stop looking at Silas like that?