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gentleman was waiting to let them in.  
    Paige’s eyes widened at the lavish interior of the foyer and could only imagine the kind of wealth it took to build a place like this.   When Dante asked if she liked it, all she could do was nod as her eyes bounced from one ornate piece of furniture to the next.   She let him lead her down a marble tiled floor to a set of double doors that opened up into a cozy room where a small round table adorned with the finest china and gleaming silverware had been set for two.   A dimly lit crystal chandelier hung overhead and there was soft music playing in the background.  
    Butterflies fluttered wildly in her stomach as she gazed around because theirs was the only table in the room and she still wasn’t entirely convinced this was a restaurant.   Anxiety was riding high when Dante took the small purse she was clutching and tossed it aside before gathering her in his arms and giving her a slow, lazy kiss.  
    “You are the only woman I have ever brought here,” Dante told her once he’d given up possession of her lips.   “I wanted you to know that so you understood just how special you are to me.”
    Paige gazed up into those dark eyes, her head still reeling from his tender kiss.   “ Wh- where are we?”
    “You have not guessed?”  
    “No,” she replied in a hoarse whisper, though she had her suspicions.
    Dante smiled at the tremor that raced through her slender body when he pulled her more snugly against him.   “ Benvenuti a casa Signore Vittorio ,” he said in a low, seductive voice.
    Paige squeezed her eyes shut, praying for strength and silently thanking God for giving her the good sense to follow Chantel’s advice.   Beneath the pricy dress she wore was a pair of faded cotton underwear that she’d rather die than let Dante see her in.   She didn’t know much Italian and what she did know she’d learned from him, but she’d understood enough to interpret what he’d just said.
    Welcome to the home of Mr. Vittorio.  
    This magnificent mansion, filled with exquisite furnishings and art pieces by some of the greatest masters who’d ever lived, belonged to Dante.   Paige understood something else too; she was in big, big trouble.

Chapter 3
    As seductions went, Dante thought he was pretty much at the top of his game.   Oh, he hadn’t done much more than lavish her with compliments and an occasional feathery touch but Paige was as wired as a junkie priming to get a fix.   Unfortunately, his little blue-eyed beauty was going to be left wanting when he took her home tonight.   Regretfully, the same could be said of him but there were plenty of other women who were more than willing to alleviate his…tension if it became necessary.
    “You do not like the Merluzzo in Umido ?”   He asked after watching her pick at her dinner for nearly ten minutes.
    “Of course I do,” she took a bite to appease him.
    Merluzzo in Umido was an Italian dish consisting of Cod fish stewed with wine, tomatoes, and black olives.   As silly as it sounded, she’d been deliriously happy when Dante told her he’d chosen it because he remembered it was one of her favorites.   The problem wasn’t the food, it was her jittery nerves.   In all honesty, Dante hadn’t done a thing that would lead her to believe he was trying to get her into bed, which should have alleviated her anxiety but had just the opposite effect.  
    She felt like a mouse that was being toyed with and couldn’t help thinking that any minute now he was going to pounce on her.   Not that she wouldn’t have loved to find the nearest flat surface and let him have his wicked way with her, but that was an impulse she couldn’t allow herself to give into no matter how tempting it was.   And Lord, was it tempting, she thought as her eyes swept over the pure perfection of Dante Vittorio.      
    Dante smiled to himself.   Paige was doing her best to play it prim and proper but he’d always been able to