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again.”
                  Horatius stood back and scowled.
                  “I told you to stop looking at me as if I’m some kind of hero.”
                  “Then stop saving me,” she offered calmly.
                  Horatius smiled ruefully and took her hand leading her through an arched partition.
                  “If your smart you’ll stay away from me.” She watched as he moved closer. “I’m not a nice guy.” His chest drew her vision as she felt his heat surround her.
                  “So you keep saying, but I don’t store much in rumors.” He looked pleased despite himself just as her vision blurred and her touch sense took over.
                  Stacy felt his lips gently brush hers, once, twice, before they pressed down, demanding.  Feeling herself get lost in the kiss, the smell of his cologne, spicy yet citrus. The heat of his body as his full length came into contact with hers. The moans from her and his lips as tension gave way to urgency. She could feel her body’s impatient response. His hand’s insistent request.
                  Then he stepped away. It was so abrupt, he set out a hand to steady her when she pitched forward seeking him.
                  “I’m sorry. I had to stop before it was too late.” She realised what he was saying after looking down to find her skirt still roughed up from his seeking hand. She touched her hair trying to pin up the loose strands as he re-buttoned his shirt.
                  When had she done that she wondered watching the olive skin disappear behind the starched shirt.
                  Stacy tried for normalcy and failed finding her tongue wouldn’t function because it still tingled from his kiss.
                  “I shouldn’t have said we are getting married.” It was Horatius who was first to regain the function of his lips but his words hurt and she wished he hadn’t.
                  “It will be in the press tomorrow.” He started to pace the empty gallery space. Sweeping a frustrated hand threw his hair he spoke to no one in particular. “That damn women and her catty comment... Well it’s done now.”
                  “Why do you go to these things?” Stacy watched while he stopped pacing and turned to look at her as if he had forgotten she was there.
              “I have to, this is one of my foundations. I support the arts and this charity.” Back to business his formality sent an array of confusion coursing through Stacy. “You should stay with me until the press get bored.”
                  He started to lead her out towards the lobby nodding as he passed guests.
                  “Was this your plan all along. To get me to be your mistress.” Stacy felt like a fool but most of all disappointed that the rumors of his underhand ways could be true.
                  Horatius stopped and looked down at her, “I wondered how long it would take, before you looked at me as everyone else does.”
                  Moving out into the cold night air she was amazed his driver was ready and waiting and again the feeling of being orchestrated and manipulated waved over her.
                  They sat in silence as the car drove and she was, despite his insistence, surprised when they arrived at a large town house she didn’t recognise.
                  “Were are we?” The question was benign, as with a sinking heart she knew the answer.
                  “I’ll show you your room and have someone get your things from your flat.” He paused and she remained seated. “If you’ll give me your keys?” He held out his hand awaiting her flat keys and for some reason she handed them to him, as if on auto-pilot.
                  Horatius led her up a curving