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she stared at him as though he were a coiled snake about to strike.
    ‘You mistakenly climbed in through the window and mistakenly took off your clothes and mistakenly got into my bed … That’s a lot of mistakes.’ Mine might be not keeping my big mouth shut, she thought as, picking up some of the slack of the quilt that trailed on the floor, she threw it awkwardly over her shoulder. Her rear now concealed by a heavy fold of fabric, she continued to feel exposed, just not to the elements.
    Was the husky little rasp in her voice normal or a product of fear? Either way the tactile quality was extremely attractive, so much so that Gianni found himself curiously impatient to hear her speak again even if it was to hurl some more abuse.
    ‘When you put it like that it does sound bad,’ he admitted. ‘But I really am totally harmless.’
    Do not hyperventilate, Miranda!
    Struggling to maintain her hard-fought-for air of bravado, she sketched a tight little smile and thought,
Sure you are …
Anything
less
harmless than the man sprawled there like some sort of macho centerfold—after registering he was wearing nothing but an insubstantial pair of boxers she had kept her gaze above the waist—would have been hard to imagine.
    He oozed sinister sexuality and was probably insane to boot! A predatory man had climbed into her bed … She shuddered—had he touched her …?
    Her stomach responded violently to the lurid images forming in her head. ‘God, I think I’m going to be sick!’ she groaned suddenly as she dropped her chin to her chest, the blood draining abruptly from her face.
    Her voice made even this prosaic statement sound seductive! ‘I’m getting that a lot.’
    The dull metronome
thud thud
of her blood as it pounded against the delicate membrane of her inner ear drowned out his dry words.
    What had Lucy said before she left …?
I hope you won’t be bored. I’m afraid nothing interesting ever happens here
. What would her employer call this—a slow Friday morning?
    ‘This is all an innocent mistake.’
    She inhaled a deep sustaining breath and lifted her head, fixing the intruder with a look of loathing. ‘Do you say thatto all the women you try to molest?’ Amazingly her voice was steady, if on the shrill side.
    Miranda’s fingertips brushed the phone before she heard it fall onto the polished boards—damn! Her teeth clenched, she fought down the panic she felt closing like a fist around her windpipe.
I will not be some crime statistic. I’ll survive
. ‘I’m going to leave now.’
Once I regain control of my limbs
.
    ‘I’m not stopping you.’ People feared his tongue, words written and spoken were his thing, and Gianni had rarely encountered a situation where he did not have the perfect response, but then up until now he’d never been viewed as a potential rapist. He found himself falling back on repetition.
    He watched her eyes flicker around the room like a trapped animal seeking an escape route. ‘I’ve told you, this is simply a misunderstanding—a mistake.’
    ‘Yes, your mistake.’ How come her voice was working and her legs were not? The other way around would have been much more convenient. ‘You disgusting sleaze!’
How come I am saying the sort of things almost guaranteed not to placate a dangerous lunatic?
‘I know self-defence.’
    He could see her shaking from here, her eyes didn’t leave his as she watched him, but she had guts, this redhead. Terrified, she still came out fighting. Gianni felt a stab of admiration as he pulled himself into a sitting position.
    The action caused the petrified redhead to take a hasty step backwards.
    Gianni, who did not like scaring women, produced a smile and struggled to channel harmless and innocuous—not so easy when you were a powerfully built six feet four and practically naked—as he studied the woman hiding behind the quilt she had dragged off the bed, along with half the blanket and sheets that now lay crumpled at her feet, and