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“You don’t mind if I take a minute of your time?”
It took everything she had not to tell him she did mind, because there was no need for talking. Before she agreed to everything he would ask, without giving it a second—or a third or a fourth—thought, to hide her embarrassment and get a grip on her libido, she clamped her mouth shut.
Perhaps if she ignores me, I’ll leave her be, because, quite frankly, I only have so much self-control, and it’s fast unraveling.
“Laetitia?”
“It’s late,” she said, watching Sebastian’s car drive away. Her courage whooshed from her. “I have work tomorrow. Maybe you should go.”
“Maybe, but if I do, we’ll be again beating around the bush.”
This man turned her into someone she’d never been, and she had no idea how to handle it; she knew it would take ver
