The Tycoon's Defiant Southern Belle
“she said, and immediately wondered why she was stupidly stating the obvious. Blinking rapidly so she could regain some focus, she cleared her throat and stood up, unaware a moment ago that he was holding her in his arms and she was clinging to him as if he were her only lifeline. When her knees were able to hold her weight once again, she slowly un-pried her fingers from her grip on his shirt. Clearing her throat, she stepped backwards, giving herself a mental shake. “It’s good to see you, Angelo,” she said, blinking and trying to clear the fogginess from her mind. How could he do this to her? Hadn’t she just been lecturing herself on how she needed to stay clear of him? “You look beautiful,” he said, looking down at her with those strange, black eyes. “Thank you,” she said, blushing because she knew she looked messy, probably with plaster dust all over her hair and face. “How was Madrid?” she asked, clasping her hands in front of her nervously. “Hot,”
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