it for the money. Then why did she feel such crushing disappointment?
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Rising to his feet once again, Jason reached for her, pulling her up out of her chair. Slipping his arms around her waist, he tipped his head and studied her oval, pixie face in the early-morning sunshine streaming through the kitchen window. Jessica's blood began to pulse hotly through her veins as the faint smell of his aftershave filled her senses. Unbidden, her arms slipped cautiously up around his neck, her body unconsciously snuggling in closer to his. His hands began to trace light exploring patterns on the sheer, clinging material of her robe.
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''You know, Jessica, I've spent more than my share of long, lonely nights waking up in a cold sweat wanting to see those lavender eyes of yours looking at me with hungry anticipation," he said quietly, his husky, deep voice barely a whisper, "and I swore that if I ever got you out of my mind, I'd never let you back in. No, you're just another woman nowa very desirable one, I'll admitbut I know lots of desirable women," he added, "so that shouldn't bother me." Jessica was beginning to feel light-headed, her body molded so tightly to his she could feel the first stirrings of his manly passion. "So," he continued, his eyes still locked with hers, "don't misunderstand the reason for your living in my home. You're my housekeepernothing else."
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Jessica glared back at him boldly, still locked tightly in his arms. "I wouldn't have it any other way," she assured him.
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"Fine. Just so we understand each other. As I said, you're a damn desirable woman, so if you ever feel the need for a 'one night stand,' I'd be more than happy to oblige you, but there will never be anything permanent between us again. Understood?"
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Well, really!
Jessica thought rebelliously.
Who does he think he is?
The big, conceited oaf thought that her main goal in life would be to get in his bed! Well, she'd play his
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