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John had for her after that was hmph.”
     
    “Not your type. Not your type at all.” The
Colonel rubbed his chin and sauntered farther into the room,
checking out every nook and cranny.
     
    Fine. If the Colonel stuck around, he could
tell his grandfather what he thought of the deceitful tactics he
used.
     
    “In case you haven’t noticed, I stopped
taking orders from you long ago, and I don’t remember asking for
your opinion.”
     
    “Don’t be rude, son.”
     
    “Rude?” Didn’t his grandfather have any
concept of what the last few days had been like for him? Rude? The
Colonel had the audacity to call him rude.
     
    “You know this will be on the front page of
the tabloids.”
     
    “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
     
    “No, I wanted you to pick out one of the
beautiful creatures that have haunted your doorstep and get
married. Then hopefully in the right order, I’d have a grandson, an
heir to my empire. Now you’ve ruined my plans.”
     
    “Ruined?” Somehow his grandfather had
reduced him to one liners and he knew he had to snap out of it
soon. That’s enough,” Solo said. “Although it’s none of your
concern, Nyssa’s the most willing, eager, and able female I’ve ever
met. The question now is whether or not she’s willing to put up
with me.”
     
    “She’s not good enough for you. She fled New
York under strange conditions. It doesn’t bode well.”
     
    “You shouldn’t repeat gossip. You and I both
know she didn’t run away from her work,” Solo said.
     
    “Then what happened?”
     
    “She wouldn't tell me.”
     
    “Of course not. Why do you think she was so
eager to follow you out here? She wanted to get her hooks into your
money before you found out how unsuitable she was.”
     
    When Solo looked up, Nyssa stood in the
doorway of the bedroom his robe wrapped around her. She wavered
then supported herself against the doorframe.
     
    “Excuse me.” Beside Nyssa in two quick
strides, Solo ushered her into the bedroom and to the bed.
     
    She didn’t resist and he groaned when the
door clicked shut, realizing belatedly the implications that little
maneuver had.
     
    “I thought you were going to put on
something decent,” he said through gritted teeth, trying not to
look at her. The huge robe gaped open and he caught a good view of
a lacy little black bra she had on beneath the robe. He teetered
between heaven and hell. “I can’t believe you wear this stuff,
Nyssa.” He cleared a throat that had gone dry and wondered how on
earth he had failed to notice the state of her undress when she
first stepped into his living room.
     
    That was the crux of the matter. He’d kissed
her, fantasized about her, and now he knew how absolutely sexy she
was.
     
    Nyssa jerked the robe together. With a
sinking feeling, he knew he was facing one of the biggest
challenges of his life.
     
    “I am decent. And what stuff are you
referring to?”
     
    “Your underwear. I mean.” He felt trapped
again, helpless. He didn’t know how to extricate his foot from his
mouth.
     
    “You have more double standards than anyone
I know. What do you think I should wear?” She pulled the robe
tighter. “Is that better?”
     
    God, no. “I didn’t mean to imply--”
     
    “Why are you going on about this? You’ve
seen underwear and women wearing that underwear before. I was
decent until I tried to find my way to your cabin unescorted. This
is all your fault.”
     
    “My fault.”
     
    “I was in a hurry to come to your
rescue.”
     
    “And you pulled that off without a glitch.”
What did she think? That he could look at her decked out in black
lace and not fantasize about taking it off her? “But when I sent
you in to change, you waltzed back into the room wearing
nothing...”
     
    “Nothing?” she question. “I never wear
nothing.”
     
    He grinned, his smile widening. “Never? It
would be very easy to change that.” His gaze traveled a slow quest
over her, his