Laird Who Loved Me

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"“What’s wrong, MacLean? Afraid of a little competition?” Alexander’s body reacted immediately to Caitlyn’s nearness, though he refused to let her see it. “I am not the one with something to prove.” She turned away, toying with the silver filigreed candy dish, her head turned so that her pure profile was in stark relief. “I don’t agree with that.” “I can do anything I wish, and I know it.” “Oh?” She looked back over her shoulder at him in a flirtatious move as old as Eve. “Can you really?” Alexander slammed his hands onto the desk. Caitlyn jumped, her color high, her lips parted. He leaned forward. “I accept.” For a long second, she just looked at him, then a pleased expression entered her eyes. She walked to the desk, so graceful that it was painful to watch, placed her hands on the opposite side, and leaned forward until she was within tantalizing reach. “Then we’re agreed, MacLean. Shall we say two tasks each?” His first impulse was to reach across the desk, grasp her by the waist and pull her to his side. There, he’d plunder her sweetness, brand her with his kiss, and show her how much he was capable of. But that was how things went so awry last time. She’d tempted, and he, like the most callow of youths, had succumbed. This time, it wouldn’t be him left panting with desire. This time— " Book description