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the bed and began hunting down his clothes. She watched as he walked about the room, drinking in the sight of his magnificent naked body, and trying hard to shut the door on the pernicious shoots of bitter regret trying to eat away at all her good intentions.
    She strenuously reminded herself of just how important it was for her not to sink deeper still into her crazy infatuation. Crazy infatuations led to dark, dangerous places. Whilst he was the worst possible candidate for a crush, it would be a disaster were she to fall in love with him. Which she wouldn’t, because they were so ill-suited, and because he was just the kind of man mothers warned their daughters about. Except, of course, for
her
mother, who thought the world of him after she had witnessed first-hand his devotion to Danielle and the driven way he had rebuilt her shattered life. He hadn’t just restored their family fortunes and beyond, he had restored Danielle’s pride.
    ‘Hello? Calling Planet Earth?’ Luc strode across to the bed and towered above her, wearing just his boxers. He leaned down, imprisoning her by planting both hands firmly on the bed on either side of her. This was not how the situation should have ended. He was in a filthy mood, and not amused by the way she continued to lie there, taking the blame whilst perversely managing to emerge the wounded party.
    He also didn’t care for the way his body was hammering at him, telling him that what he really wanted to do was climb back into bed with her and lose himself in her lush, feminine curves. What was going on here?
    ‘I’m sorry.’ Agatha reddened, caught out in the act of staring.
    ‘Spare me the apologies. We were talking about consequences—at least there won’t be any.’ His eyes drifted to her full lips, and then lower, to the soft swell of her breast which she hadn’t quite managed to conceal under the duvet. With his self-control threatening to break its leash, Luc dragged his eyes away from the captivating sight. Angry colour scored his fabulous cheekbones. ‘The last thing I need is a one-night stand getting pregnant.’
    ‘That’s a horrible thing to say.’ Agatha felt tears spring at the back of her eyes.
    ‘Why?’
    ‘Because…because it makes me sound cheap.’
    ‘I would lose the moral high-ground, if I were you, considering you’ve just told me that you used me as a panacea for being in the
dumps!’
    ‘I’m sorry if you felt insulted. I never meant to hurt you.’
    ‘Hurt me? Since when do you think you’re capable of doing that?’
    Luc flushed darkly then pushed himself away from the bed to stride over to the window. Even though his good sense was telling him that it was time to go, he was unnerved to find that walking out didn’t seem to be that easy.
    ‘And I wasn’t using you as a panacea. I’m not that kind of person. Anyway, I don’t understand why it would bother you what my reasons were. It’s not as though you have lots of morals when it comes to sleeping with women.’
    Outraged, Luc looked at her with eyes like black ice. ‘I don’t believe I’m hearing this.’
    Agatha sat up with the duvet still covering her completely and pulled her knees up under it to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her knees and stared at her fingers in mute silence.
    ‘Well? Are you going to explain that remark?’
    She started, realising he was now back by the bed, his posture indicative of a man demanding answers. Except she didn’t want to answer him. In fact, she wasn’t even sure she wanted to speak. She just wanted to dwell on the awful truth that he saw her as a one-night stand, and thankful she was not a one-night stand that would have any lasting repercussions in the form of a pregnancy.
    ‘I get to order all those flowers you send to women you no longer have use for,’ she threw at him, suddenly mutinous. ‘You don’t seem to have a problem with women being handy for
you.’
    ‘There’s an understanding that exists with every woman