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CHAPTER TWELVE
The Italian’s One-Night Consequence
Sharon Kendrick
She gave him her innocence...
He’ll give her his ring!
Tamsyn lost her innocence in a spectacularly sensual night with a Greek billionaire. She didn’t expect to see notorious playboy Xan again, until he proposes a marriage of convenience! It’s hard to refuse when he’s promising incredible wealth, and her pregnant sister desperately needs support, but Xan is dangerously addictive... If Tamsyn isn’t careful, she could lose herself to the Greek—for good!
“Sharon Kendrick’s classic marriage-of-convenience story is a must-read. Sassy, sexy and sumptuous—I loved it!” —USA TODAY bestselling author Lynne Graham
This book is dedicated to the greatly loved
Sara Craven (Annie Ashurst),
whose talent, humour and sharp wit are much missed.
And if you want a masterclass in writing romance
read Comparative Strangers (and prepare to tingle…).
HE RECOGNISED HER straight away, though it took him a moment to remember why. Xan Constantinides gazed at the tiny redhead whose thick curls were tumbling over her shoulders and a flicker of something between desire and anger whispered across his skin. But he welcomed the distraction—however temporary—which allowed him to forget the promise he had made so long ago. Was it the wedding of one of his oldest friends which had pushed the unavoidable into prominence, or just the march of time itself? Because it was easy to believe that nothing would change. You acted as if the fast days weren’t spinning into years. And then suddenly there it was—the future—and with it all those expectations...
A marriage he had agreed to.
A destiny he had always been determined to honour.
But there was no point in thinking about it now, not with a packed weekend lying ahead of him. Friendship and a valuable business partnership dictated he must attend the wedding of his friend the Sheikh, even though he usually avoided such events like the plague.
Xan returned his attention to the redhead. She was sitting on her own in the small terminal of the private airfield, waiting to board the luxury flight, the fiery disarray of her hair marking her out from the other women. Her clothes marked her out too and not simply because they were a far cry from the skimpy little cocktail dress she’d been wearing last time he’d seen her—an outfit which had sent his imagination soaring into overdrive, as it had
