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Carter stared at the contents of his suitcase, his heart pounding. He was really here with Celia in Italy. For the entire flight he had been in a kind of daze. But now he was here in a lavish Italian bedroom in a multimillion-dollar villa. His blood hummed in his veins, all because Celia was across the hall and nothing stood between them.
I could go to her room right now and… He stopped that train of thought before it rocketed into dangerous territory. He wasn’t some randy teenager. If he couldn’t control his hormones or his lust, he would scare Celia. Not to mention he’d just put the brakes on their relationship seconds ago by reminding her that this thing between them wouldn’t last. Not his finest moment. He’d have to fix that, give her the happiness he’d promised while they were her
