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him.
    Inexplicably he started to laugh. ‘All
right,’ he concurred. ‘I will accept your so elegant description of
pig headed; but unreasonable? No, I was not unreasonable. It was
unreasonable of you to expect me to agree to such a scheme.’
    Melanie opened her mouth to reply but he
stopped her with a raised hand. ‘I didn’t come here to discuss
that. I came to apologise for what I said to you. I am sorry.’
    ‘So you think saying you’re sorry makes
everything all right,’ said Melanie heatedly. ‘If you are really
sorry you would do as I asked.’
    ‘I am not in the least sorry that I turned
down your proposal. I am just sorry about the terms in which I
expressed it. His formal choice of words incensed Melanie even
further.
    ‘You wouldn’t know how to say sorry if you
tried.’
    ‘I am trying,’ he said. ‘but obviously not
doing very well. Perhaps you can give me a lesson. You could start
by apologising for barging into my office under false
pretences.’
    Melanie sucked in her breath. Was that a
glint of amusement in his dark liquid eyes? ‘You’re making fun of
me. Don’t you dare.’ She glared at him.
    ‘I’m not, I’m really not,’ he protested,
throwing up his hands, but he was laughing. ‘It’s just those
beautiful green eyes of yours are flashing like laser beams at me.
You’re quite scary, you know.’ Melanie threw him a withering look.
‘You don’t look in the least scared.’
    ‘Oh, but I am,’ he said. ‘You look as if you
are going to throw something at me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen
you in such a rage.’
    ‘Perhaps you never did anything to cause it
before,’ she snapped.
    As long as she stayed angry with him she was
safe. Safe from what? The way he was making her feel? She wanted to
touch him, run her hands over the width of his shoulders, feel his
demanding mouth on hers. She pulled herself up with a start. Where
were these treacherous thoughts coming from? This was the man who
was denying her access to her daughter.
    ‘You’re still so beautiful,’ he said
unexpectedly. He was looking at her with naked desire and Melanie
was thrown into turmoil. His eyes raked over her body. It was as if
without touching each other all their senses had fused together and
the atmosphere between them was suddenly charged with sexual
longing.
    ‘I want to make love to you,’ he said
huskily. Melanie couldn’t speak. Her throat was dry. She wanted to
stay angry with him but his words had conjured up a mind picture of
his powerful body arched over hers, his sensuous mouth closing on
her own. She wanted him, she always had.
    A waiter bore down on them, silver tray held
aloft, and broke the sexual spell that held them. Melanie shook her
head in disbelief. How had she let him get to her like that? The
waiter was placing wine glasses and bowls of nuts on the low table
in front of them she made the most of the diversion to collect her
thoughts. This unplanned meeting was not going at all the way it
should.
    The drinks served the waiter departed and
Melanie groped for something that would discharge the atmosphere.
‘I believe you were about to apologise to me,’ she said more coolly
than she felt.
    ‘For saying I want to make love to you? I
would never apologise for that.’
    ‘That’s not what I meant and you know it.’
Crossly, she felt herself blush.
    Nicos flashed her a mocked contrite look.
‘Let me see. I was going to say sorry for being pigheaded, wasn’t
I? Although I prefer to think of it as sticking to my guns.’
    ‘’Uuurghhh,’ went Melanie. ‘If I had a gun
now I’d shoot you with it.’
    ‘I knew you were a dangerous woman,’ he
said. . ‘It goes with the titian hair and the green eyes. It’s your
war like ancestry. Unlike my placid and equable Greek roots.’ He
looked smug. Melanie snorted. ‘Placid! You practically had me
thrown out of your office. And you sexually assaulted
me.’
    ‘I seem to remember you were quite a willing
participant,’ he