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problem if you hadn’t kissed me.’
    â€˜I’m fully aware of that fact.’ He paced over to the window, keeping his back to her. ‘Get dressed.’
    Wriggling into the housekeeper uniform, Evie stared at his broad shoulders. ‘I don’t understand why you’re so stressed about this. You celebrities are always in the newspapers. You may be the reason they want that photo, but it’s going to damage me far more than you.’
    He turned, and the expression on his face was all it took to silence her. His eyes were haunted and there was a tension in his body that was unmistakably real.
    â€˜The damage to me could be incalculable,’ he said coldly and Evie thought back to the exchange he’d had earlier with Carlos.
    Whatever the ‘deal’ was, he was obviously prepared to stop at nothing to make sure it went through. It had to be about more than money, she thought. It had to be something to do with ego. Winning. The addictive quality of power.
    â€˜And creepy Carlos did this to you on purpose and I got caught in the middle, is that right?’
    â€˜So it would seem.’
    She wondered what Carlos had against Rio Zaccarelli. What was he trying to achieve with that photograph? If ithadn’t been her, would he have used someone else? ‘If there is no way you can stop that photograph being published then I’d better make a phone call.’
    His eyes narrowed. ‘You’re calling a lover?’
    Evie gave a hysterical laugh. ‘Oh, yes—I have loads of those—’ Catching the dangerous gleam in his eyes, her laughter faded. ‘Not a lover. I’m calling my grandfather, if you must know.’
    Bold black eyebrows met in a fierce frown. ‘How old are you?’
    â€˜Twenty-three, but, like most people of his generation, he doesn’t believe in public displays of affection,’ Evie said wearily, ‘and he absolutely doesn’t believe in one-night stands. Neither do I, for that matter.’ She tried to sound casual, as if talking about sex was something she did all the time, rather than something she never did.
    She stared at Rio Zaccarelli, the epitome of male sophistication, and felt her face grow scarlet.
    Her grandfather definitely would have classed him as a real man.
    It was the ultimate irony, she thought, to have been caught naked with him.
    As if—
    â€˜So you don’t have a lover at the moment.’ His slumberous gaze rested on her mouth. ‘That’s good.’
    â€˜Well, that depends on where you’re standing,’ Evie muttered, wishing she wasn’t standing quite so close to him. She was getting hotter and hotter. ‘If you must know, I was supposed to be getting married yesterday but my fiancé dumped me. If that hadn’t happened I’d be in Bali now, not London. I wouldn’t have lost my job and my flat and generally had a completely awful six weeks and there might have been the smallest, remotest chance that my grandfather might be bouncing a baby on his knee next Christmas. As it is, there’s no chance. None. I don’t expect you to understand. You looklike the sort of person whose life always goes according to plan.’
    â€˜My plan,’ he said tightly, ‘wasn’t to find a strange woman lying naked in my bed. Fortunately, I’ve always considered adaptability to be an asset. I can turn this situation around.’
    â€˜You can?’ Evie’s gaze drifted to the neck of his shirt. Dark hairs tangled at the base of his throat and disappeared inside the snowy-white shirt. She imagined the hair hazing his chest and narrowing over his abdomen, which was no doubt as muscular as the rest of him. Shocked by her own thoughts, she lifted her eyes back to his and discovered that he was watching her with an unsettling degree of sexual interest.
    â€˜ Why did he dump you?’
    â€˜Why does it matter?’ Was she supposed to read him a