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when she saw him wheeling what she presumed was a room service cart to the area by the coffee table in the living room. He spotted her and held up one arm, beckoning her closer with a crook of a finger. Why did that make her want to do his bidding? She was losing her mind if she thought feet and hands were sexy on a guy.
    “Come and eat.”
    As she came out of the bedroom, she assessed the cart. In a lame attempt to quell her raging hormones, she joked, “Is the entire NBT going to be here?”
    He laughed and actually looked a little sheepish. “I wasn’t sure what you would prefer.”
    “Why didn’t you just wake me and ask?”
    “You looked too peaceful to wake, all curled up and happy.”
    “So instead you ordered what must be hundreds of dollars in food?”
    Marco shrugged. “Eat whatever you want and leave the rest.” He began to walk into the bedroom, but stopped next to her. Her nostrils were now assailed by the combination of the delicious smells from breakfast and a hint of whatever soap Marco used. For some reason, that was a potent combination. She licked her suddenly dry lips and his gaze tracked the movement. Natalie shivered as the room around her seemed to pulse with sexual tension. It was definitely time to backtrack before she did something she’d regret.
    Pivoting, she stepped behind a wing chair, clutching the top of it in both hands to steady herself. Marco’s eyes narrowed as she took another step, putting even more distance between the two of them. He looked as if he might chase her, but then he shook his head and disappeared into the bedroom. Natalie let out a breath.
    That had been close. Too close. When he’d been standing right beside her and she’d known he wasn’t wearing a stitch underneath the small bath towel her sex had heated and now she clamped her thighs together to assuage the tingling. She couldn’t deny that at that moment she’d wanted Marco to kiss her, to take ownership of her mouth. In her own head her arms had already been halfway around his neck before she’d come to her senses and stepped away.
    She needed to get away from the man, but couldn’t in good conscience leave all the food sitting there uneaten, so she sat and began to lift the shiny silver plate covers, revealing pancakes, eggs, oatmeal, a whole tray of muffins and pastries, and Eggs Benedict. Her mouth watered. It all looked so good, but she absolutely adored Eggs Benedict. She was about to reach for it when she stopped. What if Marco had ordered that for himself? Natalie was still weighing what to do when Marco returned to the living room, dressed in a bright-blue button-down that set off his olive skin and a pair of black jeans.
    “You are not eating. Is the food not to your liking?”
    “Oh, no,” she hastened to reassure him. “But I didn’t want to eat something you were looking forward to.”
    imitation of sex that ratcheted up her need even higher.
    Natalie swayed as his mouth left hers and latched on to her frantic pulse point. When he bit down gently she couldn’t stop the groan that worked free from deep inside Marco grinned. “I don’t eat breakfast, cara . Coffee is fine for me, so eat whatever looks good.”
    Her mouth fell open and she was sure she looked like a total idiot, but she couldn’t help it. “You don’t even eat breakfast and you ordered all this food?”
    Marco looked at the food on the tray. “You have a long drive. I wanted you to have something you would like to start out the day. Why is that bad?”
    “Because.” She gestured toward the food. “You’re wasting food and you’re wasting money.”
    He gave another negligent shrug. “ Mio padre won’t even notice.” How could he have such a cavalier attitude about money, especially when it wasn’t even his money?
    “That doesn’t mean you should waste his money.”
    Marco approached her and touched her arm. “ Cara , what is the matter?”
    Natalie felt the hot blush travel from her chest into her face.