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and she found herself blurting out, “Well, it’s real nice, boss, but when all is said and done, it’s just a car. Just like my Ford is.”
    He shook his head, and she saw despair etched into his handsome features. “Perhaps I made a mistake by employing you as my personal assistant, Paige. Maisy Collins at the agency informed me that you were the best available. The very best, but”—he shrugged—“maybe she got it wrong.”
    This morning was turning into a disaster. Only ten minutes ago, they’d smiled into each other’s eyes as she’d straightened his tie, and now this achingly beautiful man was having second thoughts to the extent that she feared he might fire her on the spot.
    I need to keep this job .
    In fact, he wasn’t merely frustrated, he was downright angry, and roughly taking hold of her shoulders, he pushed her toward the Caparelli. “Just a car? Just a fucking car? Is that how you see life, Paige? In black and white? Well, let me tell you something, woman, I see life in color. Glorious, vibrant color.”
    She looked up into his eyes, and saw the passion growing even stronger. He was frightening her now, but turning her on, too.
    Paige tried in vain to placate him. “Leon, I—”
    “Silence. Don’t dare to interrupt while I am speaking.”
    She submissively lowered her head, which she knew was exactly what he wanted her to do, and it pleased her to do it also.
    “Just a car?” he angrily repeated again. “Is The Mona Lisa just a painting? Are the pyramids at Giza just blocks of stone in the Egyptian desert? Is the Kohinoor Diamond just a piece of carbon devoid of artistry?” He banged the flat of his hand against his chest. “No, no, no. They are wonders of creation, just like a Caparelli.”
    Taking hold of the tops of her arms, he strode menacingly toward her, forcing her to stumble back against the hood of the Caparelli. Unable and unwilling to break eye contact with him, he pushed some more, until she fell backward. Then she knew. She suddenly understood the passion that consumed him, because the sensuous curve of the hood, shielding the mighty engine beneath, perfectly filled the hollow of her back.
    With blazing fire in his eyes, he took hold of her hands and yanked them above her head, until her fingers impacted painfully against the windshield. He then kissed her with an intensity that made her further understand the magnificent man that was Leonardo Caparelli.
    “Is Paige Palmer just a woman?” he hissed.
    There would be no more mistakes. She knew exactly the reply he wanted. “No, she’s very special.”
    He kissed her again. “She’s more than special. She’s an exquisite creation, uniquely designed to give and receive pleasure.”
    “Yes, Leon, yes.” Just the way he spoke in that cultured, authoritative way of his made her pussy ache for him, and when he kneed her legs apart, she made absolutely no effort to resist. Why should she? After all, this was what she’d been waiting for. Without asking or needing her permission, he laid his body over hers, and she loved the way his delicious weight spread her legs wider still, leaving her in no doubt about his desire when she felt his rock-hard cock pressing and twitching against her. Only their clothes stopped the physical contact from becoming unbearably intimate.
    “You’re here because you need my guidance, both at work and at play.”
    “Yes.” She knew she pandered to his ego, and he knew it, too.
    Leon’s eyes appeared as dark, satanic pools as they stared unblinkingly at her. His beautiful face was achingly close to hers, and it turned her on when his warm, excited breath feathered her cheek.
    He brushed his lips against her ear and whispered, “We made a connection, Paige. The first time we met, I recognized it straight away, and so did you.”
    “Yes.” Oh, God, yes . He was right. When he’d introduced himself, and she’d slipped her hand in his, she’d felt the connection, too, as a subtle sexual