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yacht.” She indicated her spiked high heels.
    He halted at the struts where the pilot had positioned a block of steps. “The ship is fully stocked with spare clothes and bathing suits.”
    “Um…” She bit her lip, brow furrowed.
    Giorgio waited impatiently for her next flimsy excuse. Something was definitely going on. She’d just met with Tina that morning. Tina wanted something from him too. “Did you by any chance invite anyone else to lunch?” he inquired silkily.
    Layla swallowed. “N-no. Of course not.”
    “Then what’s the problem?”
    “No problem.” She found a smile but it looked strained. “This will be awesome.”
    “In you go.” He handed her up the steps and into one of the passenger seats behind the pilot. Then he climbed in after her.
    He was disappointed that she was trying to lure him into a trap with the promise of sexual favors. His ego was pricked that she wasn’t trying to bed him for his own sake. No matter. Taking her to the yacht would get her away from Tina. And if by chance they did end up in bed, he would use her as she was using him.

Chapter Five
    Layla eyed Giorgio surreptitiously as he passed her a headset and adjusted the channel so they could talk comfortably. He was looking mighty pleased with himself. Had he guessed she was going to ambush him and countered with a hijacking? His sisters should have known he was too smart to fall for such a simple ruse. Damn it, what now?
    In the front seat, the pilot was doing his final check of the controls. Giorgio reached above her head to pull down the seatbelt that crossed over her shoulders.
    She tried to bat his hands away but he had the buckle in the slot before she could stop him. “No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend if you’re always this highhanded.”
    “I’m taking you to a luxury yacht on the Mediterranean for a sumptuous meal,“ he said, fastening his own seatbelt. “Most women would call that thrilling.”
    “In America we call it kidnapping,” she snapped.
    “I didn’t force you into the helicopter.” His dark eyes sparkled with Machiavellian mischief. “And you said you wanted to go see Naples. I’m obliging you. Am I to take it you were lying ?”
    She made a huffing sound to cover that very fact. “I thought you couldn’t take time off. You were balking at lunch in Rome. Now we’re on our way out of the city.”
    “As you pointed out, I’m the boss,” he said, unperturbed. “I do as I please.”
    And just what did that autocratic tone imply? She wagged a finger. “Don’t think for a moment anything’s going to happen between you and me on the yacht because it won’t.”
    His sexy smile deepened. A thrill right ran through her. Don’t listen to what I say. Fuck me now.
    “Oh, like nothing was going to happen at your villa?” he said. “You gave me the distinct impression you had something planned for me. Why don’t you tell me what that was? We could recreate your scenario on the yacht.”
    An image of him naked and chained to her bed with velvet handcuffs sprang into her mind. She felt her cheeks heat. “Nothing like what you’re thinking.”
    “Right,” he said. Her spluttered protest withered beneath his knowing gaze.
    Layla crossed her arms and turned away. She could hardly tell him what had really been on the menu at her villa. Damn it, she didn’t use her body to get what she wanted. If she slept with him—and that was highly unlikely—it would be because she wanted him. And she did want him but that was purely physical, a response to his hot body, Latin good looks, and hint of a tortured past. And paradoxically, his air of authority. Whoever said power was an aphrodisiac was right. Fortunately, her brain was in charge, not her hormones.
    “Excuse me,” Giorgio said, getting out his phone. “I need to alert the captain of the yacht to our arrival.”
    “I’d better text the catering company.” She angled her body to hide her phone from his view and tapped in a message