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contours... Sidonie pressed her legs together to stop the betraying throb between them. She hadn’t even known she had a pulse there, but she could feel it now, like a beacon.
    ‘It’s rude to stare, you know.’
    Sidonie sprang back. Cheeks flaming. One lazy eye had opened and was focused on her, seeing her mortification.
    She spluttered, ‘How did you know?’
    Before she could feel any more embarrassed he bent down and his head of thick dark hair, closely cropped to his skull, came dangerously near to her thighs. Heat bloomed from Sidonie’s groin.
    Then he straightened up, holding her book in his hand. He took a quick glance at the title before handing it back to her and commenting dryly, ‘ Techniques for Analysing Successful Business Structures ? That’s bound to send you to sleep.’
    Sidonie scowled and took the book from him jerkily. ‘I’m trying to keep up with my course so that when I go back I won’t be too rusty.’
    Alexio dipped his head. ‘Very commendable.’
    Sidonie felt defensive and wasn’t even sure why. ‘Some of us have to study the subject. We don’t have the natural ability or the support to be able to launch a stratospherically successful business first time.’
    His mouth tightened and Sidonie knew she’d raised his hackles.
    ‘I didn’t have any support—or did your case study not cover that?’
    Sidonie flushed and looked down, inspecting a spot of dirt on her jeans. She looked up again. ‘I didn’t mean it to sound like that... It’s common knowledge that you turned your back on your inheritance... However, you can’t deny that your background must have given you confidence and an anticipation of success that most mere mortals mightn’t feel or experience.’
    His face relaxed somewhat and Sidonie felt herself relax too. Weird.
    ‘You’re right,’ he surprised her by admitting. ‘After all, I grew up absorbing my father’s business nous whether I want to admit it or not. And I had the best education money could buy... My brother is also a successful entrepreneur, so I learnt from him too.’
    Sidonie was itching to ask him why he’d turned his back on his inheritance, but just then the stewardess turned up with a trolley, smiling winsomely at Alexio. Sidonie felt the most bizarre rise of something hot and visceral. Possessiveness. It shocked her so much that she shrank back.
    Her sweatshirt felt hot and constricting, even more so now, and Sidonie longed to feel cool. While Alexio was distracted, ordering some coffee from the woman, Sidonie whipped it over her head—only to emerge seconds later to find two pairs of eyes on her. The distinctly cold blue of the stewardess and a green gaze, intent and disturbing.
    ‘What...?’ She looked from Alexio to the woman, who now spoke to her in tones even cooler than her arctic gaze.
    ‘Would you like some tea or coffee, madam?’
    In fluent French Sidonie replied that she would love some tea. She could sense the small smile playing around Alexio’s mouth without even looking. Her skin prickled as she put down her table and accepted the steaming tea. She felt exposed now, in her loose singlet top, even though it was layered over another one.
    Before she could reach for her purse Alexio had paid for her drink as well as his. Not a welcome move, according to the pursed lips of the stewardess who moved on with barely disguised huffiness.
    Alexio seemed oblivious, though.
    ‘Thank you,’ Sidonie said. ‘You didn’t have to do that.’
    He shrugged. ‘It’s nothing—my pleasure.’
    Sidonie shivered a little to think of his pleasure .
    To get away from such carnal imaginings, she remarked, ‘How is it beneficial to do a spot-check on one of your planes if everyone knows who you are?’ He quirked a brow at her as he took a sip of coffee and Sidonie blustered a bit. ‘Well, you know what I mean. That stewardess will obviously be doing her best to impress.’
    ‘True,’ he conceded, and put his cup down.
    Sidonie was