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agreed, realising too late that she didn’t sound very convincing at all. “It just isn’t enough for me anymore.”
    “I’m not enough for you anymore?” He asked flatly and she knew she had to tread carefully here.
    “That’s not quite what I meant…”
    “Oh?”
    “Sandro, you’re being deliberately dense.” Okay that wasn’t quite the right thing to say either. She could practically feel him bristling next to her.
    “It’ll probably be best if you didn’t say anything else, Theresa…”
    “Look you’re deliberately misunderstanding me here…” She began.
    “ Not another word…” He warned.
    “But…” suddenly she was on the flat of her back with him straddling her hips. She gasped and writhed as she tried to dislodge him.
    “I warned you,” he growled.
    “Get off me,” she hissed angrily pushing futilely at his hot, naked chest.
    “No.” He settled himself more firmly against her, moving his hips until her thighs reluctantly parted and he was lodged between them. Her t-shirt had ridden up to her waist, leaving only her small bikini panties as a barrier between them. She was achingly aware of his bare flesh rubbing against the tender skin of her inner thighs and felt herself responding, moving with him, wanting more contact. He groaned and buried his face in her neck, his lips nuzzling her neck, moving up over her jaw line, her chin, skirting past her mouth before finally brushing over her cheek and capturing one sensitive earlobe between his teeth. It was the blatant avoidance of her mouth that quite effectively doused the flame that had started a slow burn in her gut.
    “This is not what I want,” she said firmly, using all her strength to push him away but he wouldn’t budge.
    “Yes it is,” he whispered into her ear.
    “If you do this, it’ll be against my will,” she asserted desperately. “And you know what that’s called!” He froze abruptly, before moving off her and back to his side of the bed.
    “You would accuse me of something so despicable?” He sounded mortally offended but Theresa wasn’t about to allow herself to be swayed.
    “If the shoe fits…”
    “What does that mean?” He growled. “Some damned ambiguous idiom that doesn’t apply to this situation at all! There was no force involved in what just happened.”
    “You pinned me down and refused to get off me when I asked you to. That’s a pretty clear example of force…” he didn’t respond and merely lay there seething in outraged silence. She had once again succeeded in bruising his masculine pride and Theresa was human and petty enough to give herself a mental high five. They didn’t speak at all after that and Theresa eventually fell into a restless sleep.
     

Chapter Two
    The air at breakfast the following morning was still thick with tension. The unobtrusive staff had set out the usual Sunday morning breakfast buffet on the sunny patio next to the pool before disappearing back into the woodwork. Sandro didn’t like distractions on Sunday mornings, so he preferred not to see the staff and usually, even though he insisted Theresa have all meals with him for “appearances” sake, he ignored her in favour of his Sunday Times. That morning, despite the fact that he had the usual barrier of his newspaper up between him and the rest of the world, meaning her, she could all but feel his fury. Finally, after an unbearably tense half an hour, he balled the paper up between his fists and tossed it aside before glaring at her across the glass table.
    “I want to know exactly where you were yesterday, Theresa,” he demanded fiercely.
    “Why do you even care ?” She asked tiredly. “You’ve certainly disappeared without explanation enough times for the both of us.”
    “We’re not talking about me here,” he pointed out.
    “No but I think it’s time we do talk about you, about your outrageous behaviour, about the other women and the blatant disregard for the fact that you’re