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come and go before. I’m surprised he hasn’t fitted a revolving door on his bedroom.’
    Ghita giggled. ‘He is…I do not know how to say it in English… alesato facilmente .’
    Ally turned to look at her blankly. ‘I’m sorry, I don’t understand.’
    Ghita’s brow wrinkled as she searched for an alternative. ‘He is agitato .’
    ‘Agitated? Restless?’
    The young housemaid smiled. ‘That is it! Restless and easily bored. You are helping me so much with my English. I have not studied as hard as I should. I left school too early—but I had to as my mother became ill. She is better now, but I did not want to go back to school.’
    ‘I think you speak very well indeed,’ Ally said.
    ‘ Grazie , Signora Sharpe,’ Ghita said, blushing slightly.
    ‘Please call me Ally,’ Ally insisted. ‘I hate being addressed by my married name.’
    ‘What is your maiden name?’ Ghita asked.
    ‘Benton,’ Ally said.
    ‘That is a nice name.’
    ‘Thank you…I mean grazie , Ghita.’
    Ghita grinned. ‘You will be speaking Italian like a native in no time.’
    ‘I don’t think I will be here long enough to pick up more than one or two phrases,’ Ally said as she selected underwear from where Ghita had neatly stored it in the wardrobe.
    ‘It is true Signor Vassallo does not settle very long with anyone, but you are the first he has brought here to his palazzo ,’ Ghita said. ‘My mother says he is looking for the perfect woman—but who is perfect? There is no such thing. Women are human, sì ?’
    ‘Yes, very much so,’ Ally agreed.
    ‘Do you need help getting dressed?’ Ghita asked.
    ‘No, thank you, Ghita, I can manage. As you say, I only have the one dress, and it won’t take me long to dry my hair and put on some make-up.’
    ‘I am sure Signor Vassallo will buy you many beautiful thingswhile you are with him. He is very generous with his lovers.’ Ghita smiled wistfully. ‘I am sure he is magnifico in the bedroom, no?’
    ‘I really wouldn’t know about—’ Ally began, quite flustered.
    Realising she might have overstepped the mark, Ghita sheepishly returned to her work.
    Ally was relieved when the young girl left her to dress in peace. She didn’t want to hear about Vittorio’s past lovers or his prowess in bed. She didn’t want to even think about him with another woman. In fact she didn’t want to think about him at all—but that was going to be impossible with whatever he had planned for her for the next two weeks, living with him in his palazzo under the watchful eye of the media. How on earth was she going to bear it?
     
    Vittorio was standing looking out of the west-facing terrace windows when Ghita led Ally into the room. He turned and felt a shockwave of red-hot desire pulse through him at the vision of her standing there, so elegantly tall in her heels, her slim body perfectly showcased in a pastel blue satin cocktail dress that clung lovingly to every delightful curve of her body. Her face was delicately made up, neither too little nor too much, just enough to bring out the unusual deep blue of her eyes and the creamy perfection of her skin.
    Her appearance confirmed everything he had learned in a few choice phone calls a few minutes ago. He wanted to be angry at her, but instead he felt as if she had unlocked his hardened heart in a way he had never imagined possible. It would perhaps be mean of him to allow her to continue her charade for a little longer, but he found her act so delightfully charming now some of the pieces of the puzzle had slipped into place. She was so endearingly naïve, so devoted to keeping her façade in place, she had no idea how many clues she was dropping without realising it. Leaving her handbag in the car had been one of them. What he had found inside had confirmed his suspicions. But he wanted to find out a little more before he showed her his hand.
    ‘Tesore mio,’ he said, moving towards her to hook her right arm through his left one. ‘You