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disappearing into the darkness of the shade trees for a moment, and then reappearing at the edge of the patio. He turned right at that moment and looked back, waving to her before entering the party fray once more.
     
    Clarissa sighed, her shoulders drooping in defeat. She went into her cottage and pulled the drapes, trying to shut out the party but the cottage wasn’t very well insulated so she could hear the music no matter what she did. From experience, she knew that the party would continue until the wee hours of the morning and she’d be unable to sleep while it lasted. She could go into the big house and curl up in one of the guest rooms and she wouldn’t hear a thing since the house was hermetically sealed and sound proofed. But she didn’t want to rely on her father for anything. Even if it was only a good night’s sleep.
     
    She pulled off the dress and grabbed a pair of comfortable jeans and an old tee-shirt, not bothering with a bra since no one was around to see her. Slipping out into the night, she found her favorite bench and sat down, watching the party with only half her mind while the other half built fantasies starring her favorite Italian businessman. None would come true, she told herself but it was nice to think about him falling in love with her, falling to his knees to profess his love and undying dedication to her.
     
    Clarissa snorted. Not likely, she thought to herself as she watched him talk to a beautiful blond woman who draped herself against him. How was she supposed to compete with someone like that? She had brown hair, pretty eyes and a nothing to talk about figure. If he were to choose between her slim shape or the woman with the enormous breasts that were practically coming out of her dress, she could figure out which way he would lean.
     
    She wanted to scream out or run over to the massive-boobed woman and tear her arms off of him. But she did neither. She simply crossed her arms over her own chest and sank deeper into the darkness. Thankfully, Max and the woman moved out of sight so she wasn’t tormented anymore.
     

Chapter 2
     
    Max stifled an irritated groan when Belinda pushed herself against him. Would the woman never quit? Belinda Myers had been hounding him for an affair for over two months and he’d turned down her not so subtle hints so many times, he was sure she would get the picture.
     
    Obviously, he’d have to be more specific.
     
    His mind drifted back to the other, more beautiful woman he’d held in his arms earlier in the evening and wished she were still here. He’d like to talk with her more, dance with her again. But then he was reminded of her sweet, innocent face and the look in her eyes that told him she wanted him. His body hardened instantly, painfully at just the idea of taking her soft, sexy, slender body to bed. But she was definitely off limits. There were women a man could enjoy but Clarissa was in the marrying category and he was not in the market for a wife. Perhaps in a few years, he thought. His mother had been nagging him for grandchildren for a while now.
     
    No, Clarissa Montgomery was not a casual affair kind of woman. Her mind worked in different ways and he could only consider her in one light and it was not for the pleasure of the moment. But he knew instinctively that she would be immensely pleasurable. Her soft curves and the way she fit in his arms as well as the sweet, enticing expression on her face told him that she wouldn’t be cold in bed. Yes, perfect wife material. In a few years, he reminded himself, groaning as his body ached with the need to possess a woman he shouldn’t even be thinking about in a sexual way.
     
    Once he’d extricated himself from the limber and tenacious Belinda, he looked around the party. He’d been hoping to discuss a business issue with James but he was tied up with friends and Max didn’t want to disturb him.
     
    Setting his glass on the table behind him, he waved at James, indicating he