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to persuade people to come in.
    That
had been the least of her worries. The biggest had been to recruit staff to
keep on top of everything. Books and Browse, it seemed, had filled a
niche, and she had not only a loyal customer base but also a steady stream of
tourists, especially though the summer.
    Which
was all well and good, but not when she had to decide on such knotty questions
as—is a Wartenberg Wheel red, yellow or green and if so where can it be used?
    By
the time she'd flipped the open sign to closed and finished clearing up, all she
wanted was a bath, a good book and a glass of wine. Preferably sipping the wine
and reading the book in the bath.
    However,
she acknowledged, as she drove the few miles to her cottage, she might need to
save the reading for later, change the bath for a shower and, as Claudio was
driving, forget the wine and make coffee instead.
    Damn
him. Why did I agree to this? In my home as well. I
must be crazy. At least he insisted he provided the food.   However, much she'd felt it was necessary to
assert some independence—her house, but it seemed not her food for this first
meeting—maybe this wasn't the evening to do it. It was a pity, however that Seonagh was tired, irritable, and in no mood to be
subservient. It didn't bode well for the evening ahead.Luckily, as usual,
the drive along the side of a loch with the mountains as a backdrop restored
her good humor. By the time she reached her driveway she was humming along to
the song on the radio.
    Seonagh
turned her car into the entrance to her property and slammed on the brakes. It
wouldn't do to back end a Porsche—even if it was blocking her driveway.
    "Of
all the fucking moronic asshats," she muttered to herself as she snagged
her bag off the passenger seat, switched off the engine and got out.
"What's with the abandon the car act?" She straightened up, turned
around and rocked on her feet as her boobs bumped into something hard. A male something hard.
    Seonagh
looked up into Claudio's dark eyes and saturnine face.
    "Good
evening, kitten. The abandon the car act is because there seems to be a load of
logs across your turning circle."
    Oh
fuck. "Bollocks.
I only ordered them this morning. I didn't expect them yet. I'd've left the log
shed open if I knew. Oh and hi, come on in. Hope there's something good for
supper. I'm starving. A slice of toast at ten a.m. is but a fond memory"
She opened the front door, and waited for him to follow her. He hadn't moved.
"What?"
    "Hi, Sir?" His lips quirked and she
flushed.
    "Yeah, Sir, sorry, bad
day."
    He
nodded. "We all have them. Forget it, but remember eh? Here, take
this." Claudio held out his jacket. "And don't let me hear you say
you haven't eaten properly, ever again, kitten. You must have regular
meals." Under the expensive jacket he wore a midnight blue shirt that showed
off his torso to perfection, tucked into the inevitable denim jeans. This pair
was one shade darker than his shirt, if it was possible, and outlined his cock,
which Seonagh was convinced, grew as she looked at it—him she amended. There
was no way she was going to admit to ogling his dick like a teenager. Mind
you it looks to be a bloody fine specimen.
    "Oh
right." She realized Claudio still waited for her to take his jacket. "Er, Why?"
    "Because
if you open the woodshed, perhaps I can shift some of these logs whilst you
prepare our dinner?" He began to unbutton his shirt. Seonagh couldn't take
her eyes off his fingers as they moved down his body and revealed a tanned
chest sprinkled with black hair. "Large basket on the
back seat. It only needs reheating."
    Should
I suggest he might get his jeans dirty as well?
    "You
doll. Can I kiss you?' She wrenched her gaze away from the 'v' of hair that
arrowed under his waistband and looked at his face instead. From his expression
he knew fine what she'd been thinking. "That is the best idea I've heard
since, well, since the decree that coffee within ten minutes of getting up