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him for a second. “Does that matter?”
    “It does if you’re going to consider the source of my wealth as material for an insult.As for this situation”—he gestured with distaste at Cyndi—“Theo has never had to force a woman into his bed. Usually it’s the other way around.”
    “Are you saying I came up here on my own, without him asking me first?” Cyndi gasped with a sniff and a jerk of her chin. “He asked me to come up here. Not in so many words, but he asked me by his actions.”
    Harry frowned. “What actions?”
    “He smiled at me twice, and winked once, and then he brushed my arm when I walked by him. I’m not dense, you know! I can tell when a man wants me! So I came up here to wait for him, because it’s clear he thinks I’m steaming hot.”
    Harry closed her eyes for a moment, then took Cyndi by the arms, fighting to keep from shaking her. “I don’t even know where to start, Cyndi.”
    “Start with what? I’m not the one who’s wrong here. Theo is!” Cyndi answered with yet another righteous sniff.
    “I thought so. This wouldn’t be the first time some enterprising young lady has tried to, shall we say, benefit financially from Theo’s lack of common sense,” the irritating man said.
    “Bullshit!” Harry snapped, releasing Cyndi in order to march over to the man. His eyebrows rose at the obscenity. She couldn’t remember what his name was—it was one of those long names with a seeming overabundance of vowels—but she vaguely remembered hearing Jill mention something about his being on some world’s most eligible bachelor list. If his appearance was anything to go by, she could certainly believe that. “I’m willing to admit that Cyndi has shown a huge lack of intelligence this evening—”
    Cyndi gasped again, outraged.
    “But neither she nor I are trying to blackmail your precious brother. It was just a case of a young girl—a very young girl, who is just barely legal, I might point out—obviously being dazzled by the situation, and making some bad judgment calls.”
    “I’m not dazzled,” Cyndi protested. “I’m hurt! I’m bleeding all over!”
    The man made a disgusted noise and looked like he wanted to roll his eyes.
    “There’s no actual blood, Cyndi,” Harry pointed out. “Although I will admit that your playmate was far too rough with you. And though rough play is not a crime, it’s certainly not a pleasant little roll in the sack, either.”
    “No crime has been committed, other than that of poor judgment,” the man snapped at her implication, his scowl shifting for a moment to an expression of surprise as Harry poked him in the chest when she spoke.
    “She’s got marks all over her upper chest! Just look at her! What sort of a man does that?”
    Iakovos Papaioannou couldn’t believe that the Amazon in front of him had the nerve to poke him in the chest, just as if she had the right to chastise him. For a moment he was speechless at her utter and complete disregard for his consequence as she continued to lambaste him, throwing the most absurd accusations at his head.
    He allowed her to continue just for the pleasure of watching her, admitting to himself that although his preference in women seldom extended to anything but slim, elegant, cool blondes, this woman, this earth goddess with her abundant curves and wild brown hair spilling down her back, stirred something deep inside him. Something primal, some urge, woke and demanded that he claim her in the most fundamental way a man could claim a woman.
    His gaze dropped to her mouth, and he watched with fascination as her lips moved while she continued to lecture him. A faint scent caught his attention, and he breathed deeper, hoping to catch it again; when he did, the analytical side of his mind noted that it was just the scent of a sun-warmed woman, as if she had been out lying on the beach. It was nothing extraordinary, nothing unusual, and yet it seemed to go straight to his groin, firing his