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tearful and misty, her breasts heaving as she tried to control her distress.
    Juan got up and went around the table to sit next to her. “There, there,” he said, wiping the tears with his hanky, “ No llores, cariña. Please don’t cry. It’s all right.” He slipped a reassuring arm around her shoulders and drew her head onto his shoulder. “Let it out and stop worrying. You’re safe now.”
    Georgiana could hardly believe his words, or the extraordinary sensation of relief she experienced when Juan’s arm came about her and her cheek rested on his taut muscled shoulder. It only made her want to cry harder. She gulped, took the hanky from him and blew her nose, unable tobelieve this was the same man who half an hour ago had picked her up at the police station.
    â€œI’m really t-terribly s-sorry to have caused you so much trouble,” she gulped. “I woke you up in the middle of the night,” she added in a muffled whisper into his shirt-front.
    â€œShush. Look, here are the churros and the chocolate. Now, sit up and have some. You’ll feel better.” Gently he drew her up. “Eat this,” he said, dipping a sugar-coated churro into the piping hot, thick dark chocolate, then holding it close for her to eat.
    â€œThank you.” Georgiana swallowed, heaved a shaky sigh, and nibbled. It was warm and comforting, and all at once she began to feel better. “I really am sorry,” she said between bites, determined to expiate her sin.
    â€œI know,” he murmured, a smile hovering. “You’ve told me several times. Now, drink your chocolate and stop worrying. It’s over. Just make sure it doesn’t happen again,” he said with mock severity, the twinkle in his eyes belying his tone.
    Georgiana smiled at last. “You’ve been so decent about all this.” She hesitated, then looked deep into his eyes. “You—you won’t tell the Condessa—or my mother?” she begged in a tentative tone.
    â€œThat depends on how you plan to behave in the future,” he answered, a speculative grin forming on his handsome face.
    â€œBut that’s blackmail!” Georgiana exclaimed, nearly dropping the churro , his comment jolting her back to her old self as he’d intended. “That’s outrageous. You’re going to hold this over me like a—a—”
    â€œSword of Damocles?” he enquired helpfully.
    â€œExactly. You can’t do that,” she muttered hotly.
    â€œCan’t I?” The speculative smile deepened.
    â€œAbsolutely not. It’s outrageous.”
    Did she have any idea how perfectly lovely she was? Those bright green eyes were filled with the remains of tears and righteous anger, her breasts, outlined by the tight T-shirt, thrust out unwittingly as she flounced at him. All at once, unable to resist, Juan snaked his hand behind her neck and drew her to him.
    â€œOh!” A small exclamation escaped her parted lips. The next thing she knew she was enveloped in Juan’s well-worked-out arms. His lips prised open hers, and his tongue played havoc with her senses.
    Georgiana had been kissed before. But those kisses had consisted of over-anxious teenage forays into the new-found realm of petting. Never, in the course of her short existence, had she experienced anything close to this. Part of her wanted to shove him away, protest. But as his mouth worked on hers shafts of heat soared and thrust into her pelvis, leaving her limp, weak and moist. Her breasts cleaved to his chest and she felt her nipples harden. Her hands instinctively threaded into his thick black hair and she let out a sigh, giving way to the delicious ardour of her first real kiss.
    Then, just as he had taken her, he pulled away.
    â€œDios mio!” he exclaimed, dragging his fingers through his hair and signalling the waiter for the bill.
    Still recovering from the whirlwind sensations,