Hired: The Italian's Convenient Mistress. Carol Marinelli

      She tried to put it out of her mind, to focus on her problems instead of letting her imagination wander, to tell herself to let it go.

      But her body said otherwise. And the slightly open bedroom doors channelled their want as they both lay alone in the oppressive silence. Ainslie, her body twitching with desire and thick, greedy need, lay there rigid, almost in desperation for the escape they had briefly found, willing herself to relax, to sleep. Trying to ignore the man who lay just metres away, who was, after one kiss, the only man who had utterly moved her.