Chapter 343

But knowing that Chloe wanted him physically and that she responded to his kisses and caresses did not mean that she felt anything else for him but desire. And even that desire could not persuade her into going to bed with him.

He looked up at her, his dark gaze intense on the pale beauty of her face in the moonlight. "Can you deny that you like my hands on your body, Chloe?" he probed.

She swallowed hard, her green eyes haunted. "I haven’t tried to deny it, Gregorio." She sighed. "I’ve simply told you that I won’t have an affair with you."

"Yes, I believe you have made it very clear that you do not have any room in your life for "a rich Sicilian playboy who might have decided he wants to hop in and out of your bed whenever he happens to be in London"!" Gregorio barely acknowledged it.

The fact that Gregorio remembered what she had said earlier told Chloe that her remark must have hit a raw nerve. But why should it have been done? She was no more conversant with affairs than she was w