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Stazy wasn’t pleased to have him here at all. ‘In that case, I’m staying,’ he drawled.

      Stazy nodded tersely. ‘Gramps left all the necessary papers in the library for us to look through, if you would like to get started?’

      Jaxon shook his head. ‘I’ve been travelling for almost twenty-four hours. What I would really like to do is shower and change out of these leathers.’ All of that should give enough time for his wayward arousal to ease!

      Unfortunately Jaxon’s request instantly gave Stazy an image of Jaxon stripped out of those decadent leathers, standing naked beneath a hot shower, the darkness of his hair wet and tousled as rivulets of soapy water ran down his hard and tanned torso—

      ‘Would you like some tea before you go upstairs?’ she bit out abruptly, inwardly cursing the way her breasts felt fuller just at her thinking about a naked Jaxon in the shower.

      This was ridiculous, damn it! She had never been a sensual being—had certainly never—ever!—reacted like this in her life before, let alone found her imagination wandering off into flights of fantasy about a man whose reputation with women was legendary!

      ‘Just the shower and a change of clothes, thanks.’

      She nodded. ‘I’ll have Little take you up to the suite of rooms my grandfather has had prepared for your arrival.’

      ‘Why put the butler to all that trouble when you’re already here …?’ Jaxon asked huskily.

      Stazy stilled, her finger poised over the button that would summon the butler back to the drawing room, before slowly turning to look at Jaxon. The mockery in those assessing grey eyes and the challenging expression on his ruggedly handsome face indicated that he was aware of exactly how much his suggestion had disconcerted her.

      Her mouth thinned. ‘Fine.’

      Jaxon realised this was going to be a long week if the two of them were going to get into a battle of wills over something as small as Stazy showing him up to his suite of rooms!

      ‘I trust you didn’t have too much of a problem rearranging your departure for Iraq to next week instead of this?’ He attempted conversation as the two of them walked up the wide staircase together.

      She gave him the briefest of glances from those emerald-green eyes. ‘Would it bother you if I had?’

      ‘Honestly? Not really.’ He grimaced, only to raise surprised brows as she gave a laugh. A husky laugh that brought a warm glow to those sultry green eyes. A dimple appeared in her left cheek as the parted fullness of her lips curved into a smile.

      Strangely, Jaxon had found himself thinking about those sensuous lips more often than he would have liked these past six weeks. Full and luscious lips that were at odds with the rest of Stazy’s buttoned down, no-nonsense appearance. The sort of lips that would be delicious to kiss and taste, and to have kiss and taste him in return.

      Something he probably shouldn’t think of again when he was already so hard his erection waxs pressing painfully against the confines of his leathers!

      ‘Which isn’t to say I don’t appreciate your having—’

      ‘Oh, don’t go and spoil it by apologising, Jaxon.’ Stazy still chuckled softly as they reached the top of the stairs and she turned right to walk down the hallway ahead of him. ‘If we’re to spend any amount of time together then you need to know that I’ll appreciate your honesty much more than I would any false charm.’

      ‘My charm is never false,’ he snapped irritably.

      Stazy turned to quirk a teasing brow. ‘Never? Be warned, Jaxon, I’m guilty of having watched film awards on television in the past!’

      ‘Guilty …?’

      She snorted. ‘Oh, come on, Jaxon—it’s all so much glitzy hype, isn’t it?’

      ‘I believe the newspapers praised me for the shortness of my acceptance speech this year,’ he drawled.

      ‘I’m not surprised; I thought your co-star was never going to get off the podium!’

      ‘She can be … a little emotional,’ Jaxon allowed reluctantly.

      ‘A little …?’ Stazy raised mocking brows. ‘She thanked everyone but the man who sweeps the studio floor!’

      His eyes narrowed. ‘You really can be a—’ He broke off with an impatient shake of his head. ‘Never mind,’ he muttered tersely.

      Stazy pushed open the door to the suite of rooms she knew her grandfather had allocated to his guest. The green and cream decor and dark furniture there was more obviously masculine than in some of the other guest suites, as was the adjoining cream and gold bathroom visible through the open doorway. But it was the massive four-poster bed that dominated.

      ‘The sitting room is through here.’ She turned away from the intimacy of the bedroom to walk through to the adjoining room with its green carpet and cream sofa. A mahogany desk placed in front of the bay window looked out over the gardens at the back of the house, with the blue of the sea visible above the high wall that surrounded the grounds.

      ‘This is very nice,’ Jaxon murmured evenly.

      Stazy eyed him derisively. ‘You seem a little … tense?’

      Those grey eyes narrowed. ‘I wonder why!’

      She shrugged. ‘Can I help it if the much publicised Wilder charm doesn’t work on me?’

      Jaxon’s mouth thinned at the deliberate insult. ‘You shouldn’t believe everything you read in trashy magazines!’

      Her eyes flashed deeply green. ‘I’ve never read a trashy magazine in my life, thank you very much!’

      ‘Too lowbrow for you?’ he taunted.

      She drew in a sharp breath. ‘My grandfather made it clear to me before he left that he expected me to be polite to a guest in his home during his absence—’

      ‘I hate to be the one to tell you—but so far today you’ve failed. Miserably!’ Jaxon bit out.

      Stazy eyed him coolly. ‘Being polite doesn’t mean I have to be insincere.’

      ‘If you wouldn’t mind …?’ He began to unzip those body-moulding leathers. ‘I would like to take my shower now.’ He arched mocking brows.

      Stazy had no doubt that Jaxon’s challenging attitude now was in return for her earlier scathing comments about ‘the much-published Wilder charm’. But as he continued to move that zip further and further down his hard muscled chest she knew it was a challenge she simply didn’t have the sophistication—or the experience!—to meet.

      ‘Come downstairs when you’re ready and I’ll show you the library where we’re to work,’ she said stiltedly, before turning sharply on her booted heels and hurrying over to the doorway.

      Totally aware of the sound of Jaxon’s throaty laughter behind her.

      ‘Where do you want to start?’

      ‘I have absolutely no idea.’ Jaxon looked down in some dismay at the copious amount of documents and notebooks Geoffrey Bromley had left neatly stacked on the desktop in the library for him to look through.

      Jaxon wasn’t sure he would be able to get through them all in just the week Stazy had agreed to give him.

      The library itself was full of floor to ceiling mahogany bookcases stacked mainly with leather-bound books, although some of the shelves near the door seemed to be full of more modern hardbacks that he might like to explore another time.

      Jaxon felt somewhat refreshed after a long cold shower and a change of clothes, and thankfully had succeeded in dissipating the last of his erection as well as washing off the travel dust.

      The erection was something—despite their sharp

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