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vulnerable and humiliated.
    The door opened, causing her to hastily get a grip on herself. It annoyed her intensely that Dimitri had walked in on her as if he had a right. But then he had always done exactly what he wanted and to hell with everyone else. Well, this time, she vowed grimly, she’d do the same.
    Adjusting the bath sheet that was wrapped around his slim hips, he lowered his head and looked at her from under heavy brows. Silver droplets of water slid from his tousled hair and with an impatient hand he pushed his fingers over his scalp, smoothing his hair back to its normal sleekness.
    Magnificent in his half-nakedness, he stepped into the spacious bathroom, his tanned body glistening with the sheen of water.
    He looked composed, though his eyes were a hard black, like a slab of jet. The set of his mouth, the lift of his chest and shoulders, suggested that he was still struggling to master some tempestuous emotions. Nervously she wondered what they were. Triumph at seducing her? Scorn, disgust…
    It was on the tip of her tongue to ask. Only pride stopped her. Avoiding his unnerving eyes in case she betrayed her misery, Olivia shut off the shower and grabbed the nearest towel, binding it around her body tightly.
    â€˜What’s so urgent that can’t wait till I’m dressed?’ she snapped.
    â€˜I want to say that nothing has changed. I hold you to your promise,’ he stated, a dangerous light in his narrowed eyes. ‘With or without the sex.’
    She gave a shrug of indifference as if the whole episode had been merely an indulgence on her part.
    â€˜I wouldn’t like to embarrass you with my enthusiasm,’ she said tartly.
    â€˜I’m not complaining. Enthuse as much as you like,’ he growled.
    â€˜No thanks. I don’t think I want to repeat that,’ she clipped.
    â€˜It’s of no importance,’ he dismissed insultingly. ‘Your promise is, however. Well?’
    Thinking of spending two hours—let alone two weeks—with him made a quiver ripple through her glowing body, electrifying all the parts he had touched with such devastating results.
    Whatever she claimed to the contrary, she knew that if they carried out this extraordinary plan of his they wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off one another. There would be nights of unbelievable pleasure. Thenwould come the scouring emptiness that followed loveless sex.
    Maybe she could live with that. She knew the score. He didn’t love her.
    To her eternal shame, she wanted him—with an all-consuming hunger that appalled her. Yet she didn’t want the pain. Olivia bit her lip. The choice was stark: two weeks with him, or years spent fighting to be free of the chains that bound her to him like a prisoner to a stake.
    And she had made a promise. She studied him. Arrogant, hard-jawed, implacable. A flare of anger surged through her. That was how he cut a swathe through the business world—and women.
    Maybe he’d feel different if he was on the receiving end of such callous behaviour. Her eyes narrowed and she closed her heart to him. There was nothing wrong in enjoying sex with one’s husband.
    She would take what he had to offer—if she felt like it—and would bid him a cool farewell when her divorce came through. That would astonish him. His ego would be dented if she waved a cheerful goodbye. She smiled to herself.
    Two weeks. She could do it because she needed him and hated him with equal passion. He was totally incapable of being faithful and she could never truly love a man who didn’t put her at the centre of his universe. Whatever she felt for him, it wasn’t love. Obsession, perhaps. Infatuation. But nothing deep and spiritual.
    This was something she had to do, like an ordeal by fire. To sate herself with him until she was sick of him. Absence hadn’t helped. Maybe this would.
    Aware of his tension, she smiled and said casually, ‘All right.