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    Passion in Paris
     
     
    This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
     
    Passion in Paris
    Copyright © 2013 by Bella Ross
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    Cover design by Tamar Assadourian
     
    Published by Bella Ross
     
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    ISBN: 978-0-9919865-1-4
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    He was thinking of her.
    His thoughts drifted to her, as they had insisted on doing for most of the day. The quick flash of desire annoyed him. Seated behind a huge mahogany desk, Max Gray formed a tight fist.
    Damn you, Kate Bergen!
    “I’ve rescheduled your meeting with Rosen for next month, including the one with Lambert.”    Max’s secretary, Darcy, informed him over the speaker phone. “Also, Bacci & Bacci, the PR firm called and are ready to present when you are.”
    Although distracted, he managed to reply. “Always efficient, Darcy.”
    “I try,” she said, sounding pleased. “Anything else?”
    “Contact Geraldine in London. Have her email me the preliminary figures. And I want to hear from Luca by three, Rome time.”
    “He’s in Washington at the moment, Max.”
    Feeling restless, his fingers tapped a fast staccato on the desk. Where had this sudden feeling come from? he wondered. As he tried to formulate a response, he remembered the taste of Kate.   “Washington? Did he sign already?”
    “Not that I know of.”
    “Well, track him down. I want to know what’s going on with the Marlowe acquisition.”
    “Will do, Max,” she said, and clicked off.
    With business taken care of for the moment, his mind returned to the object of his desire.
    What was it about her?
    God knows, every time he tried to push her out of his thoughts, she would sneak in and torture him with those hazel eyes, that silken hair, and luscious mouth. The mouth he wanted to kiss again to be certain he hadn’t imagined the emotions he had felt. Or the sense of rightness for that matter. It was so rare for Max to be preoccupied with a woman he’d just met. It was unlike him to devote any mental energy to such matters.
    Though it worried him, he brushed it off, telling himself that the attraction would fade once he’d conquered her in his bed. Lousy logic, he knew, because there was nothing ordinary about the attraction.
    Frustrated with the stream of his thoughts, he pushed away from the desk and walked over to the large windows with a sprawling view of New York City. The frenetic pace of traffic and pedestrians below didn’t garner his attention. Instead, his mind was too consumed with Kate to notice. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he stared into space.
    Meeting her had aroused such impatience and a desire so sharp that it baffled him. He should ignore her, he mused. Instinct warned him that if he didn’t his life would never be the same. She was nothing more than temptation, a momentary distraction he should resist. He should shut her out of his mind, go back to work. He had commitments, obligations...
    But how was it possible that a woman he met only a week ago could have such an influence over him?
    His mind shot back to the night of the fundraiser. The minute he’d seen her, looked at her, spoken with her, he knew he’d wanted her. At first, he thought it was