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Authors: Joan Kilby
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to Tina. He’s suspicious. Taking me to the yacht for lunch instead. Plan B?
She hit send and put her phone away just as he finished his texting. Then her stomach dropped to the soles of her high heels as the helicopter lifted off. She looked out the curved Plexiglas window at the tiled roofs of Rome receding below.
She was going to a yacht off Naples. How awesome was that? “How long does it take to get there?”
“An hour and a half, roughly.” He watched her closely. “No problem with the catering company ?”
“Nope.” She glanced past him and gasped in amazement as the aircraft swung south across the ancient city dotted with Roman ruins. “Is that the Coliseum?”
“Yes, and those pillars beyond it is the Forum,” Giorgio said. “Haven’t you been to see the sights of Rome?”
“I haven’t had time.” She craned her neck trying to pick out the round dome of the Pantheon.
“Then you’ll enjoy an excursion,” Giorgio said.
He was daring her to deny it. He knew there was someplace else she needed to be. Needed him to be. Better to beard the lion than sit here worrying about what he was thinking. She met his gaze head on. “Are you doing this to get me away from Tina?”
His eyes glittered. Instead of answering, he posed a question of his own. “Are you conspiring with my sister against me?”
“Why would I?” She made her eyes wide. “Whatever problem you have with your sister, I’m an innocent bystander.”
“Not so innocent.” His gaze dropped slowly, taking in her low-cut dress and her bare thigh where her skirt had ridden up. She squirmed at the tingle between her legs and in her peaking nipples. She could hardly blame him for thinking she’d planned to seduce him because that’s what she’d intended him to think.
His long, strong fingers curved around her cheek. In the enclosed cabin, the headset magnified the sound of her heartbeat. Slowly, holding her gaze, he bent his head toward her mouth. She meant to push him away, she really did. But his spicy scent was making her lightheaded. Suddenly she had to know how his lips felt on hers. What he tasted like, feel the moist heat of his tongue…
Just as she was about to slide a hand into his silky black hair to pull him closer, he withdrew, leaving her winded and at a loss. With an enigmatic smile, he lightly stroked the back of his hand down her neck and brushed the swell of her breast. Then he turned away.
The message was crystal clear and carried a warning. Don’t mess with me. I’m in charge.
She sat back and let her heart rate slow and her breathing return to normal. She was in his helicopter, on her way to his yacht. He was fully in control of the situation, which she hated even though it also tantalized her. But while he might suspect her of scheming against him with his sisters it was vital that he never be certain she was in on the plot.
His phone rang. He glanced at caller ID and his jaw tightened but he swiped it on. “ Ciao , Anna.” He listened for a moment and then launched into a stream of Italian, broken by Anna’s agitated interjections, that even Layla could hear. The hand not holding the phone was in constant motion. His long, strong, fingers spoke a language all their own, punctuating his speech with eloquence and energy. The words poured out, fluent and liquid, with rolling r’s and musical vowels.
Giorgio’s leg vibrated with the steady thrum of energy he could never seem to quite tamp down. A pulse beat at the base of his neck, just visible through the open V of his shirt. Everything about him was hot, from his long legs encased in tight jeans to the arrogant tilt of his head. Watching him speak drew her attention to how beautiful his mouth was. Full and firm and sexy with sharply defined curves and angles.
Made for kissing.
She pushed that thought out of her mind and watched the landscape unfold below her. The city gave way to towns interspersed with vineyards, fields of sunflowers, and green
She hit send and put her phone away just as he finished his texting. Then her stomach dropped to the soles of her high heels as the helicopter lifted off. She looked out the curved Plexiglas window at the tiled roofs of Rome receding below.
She was going to a yacht off Naples. How awesome was that? “How long does it take to get there?”
“An hour and a half, roughly.” He watched her closely. “No problem with the catering company ?”
“Nope.” She glanced past him and gasped in amazement as the aircraft swung south across the ancient city dotted with Roman ruins. “Is that the Coliseum?”
“Yes, and those pillars beyond it is the Forum,” Giorgio said. “Haven’t you been to see the sights of Rome?”
“I haven’t had time.” She craned her neck trying to pick out the round dome of the Pantheon.
“Then you’ll enjoy an excursion,” Giorgio said.
He was daring her to deny it. He knew there was someplace else she needed to be. Needed him to be. Better to beard the lion than sit here worrying about what he was thinking. She met his gaze head on. “Are you doing this to get me away from Tina?”
His eyes glittered. Instead of answering, he posed a question of his own. “Are you conspiring with my sister against me?”
“Why would I?” She made her eyes wide. “Whatever problem you have with your sister, I’m an innocent bystander.”
“Not so innocent.” His gaze dropped slowly, taking in her low-cut dress and her bare thigh where her skirt had ridden up. She squirmed at the tingle between her legs and in her peaking nipples. She could hardly blame him for thinking she’d planned to seduce him because that’s what she’d intended him to think.
His long, strong fingers curved around her cheek. In the enclosed cabin, the headset magnified the sound of her heartbeat. Slowly, holding her gaze, he bent his head toward her mouth. She meant to push him away, she really did. But his spicy scent was making her lightheaded. Suddenly she had to know how his lips felt on hers. What he tasted like, feel the moist heat of his tongue…
Just as she was about to slide a hand into his silky black hair to pull him closer, he withdrew, leaving her winded and at a loss. With an enigmatic smile, he lightly stroked the back of his hand down her neck and brushed the swell of her breast. Then he turned away.
The message was crystal clear and carried a warning. Don’t mess with me. I’m in charge.
She sat back and let her heart rate slow and her breathing return to normal. She was in his helicopter, on her way to his yacht. He was fully in control of the situation, which she hated even though it also tantalized her. But while he might suspect her of scheming against him with his sisters it was vital that he never be certain she was in on the plot.
His phone rang. He glanced at caller ID and his jaw tightened but he swiped it on. “ Ciao , Anna.” He listened for a moment and then launched into a stream of Italian, broken by Anna’s agitated interjections, that even Layla could hear. The hand not holding the phone was in constant motion. His long, strong, fingers spoke a language all their own, punctuating his speech with eloquence and energy. The words poured out, fluent and liquid, with rolling r’s and musical vowels.
Giorgio’s leg vibrated with the steady thrum of energy he could never seem to quite tamp down. A pulse beat at the base of his neck, just visible through the open V of his shirt. Everything about him was hot, from his long legs encased in tight jeans to the arrogant tilt of his head. Watching him speak drew her attention to how beautiful his mouth was. Full and firm and sexy with sharply defined curves and angles.
Made for kissing.
She pushed that thought out of her mind and watched the landscape unfold below her. The city gave way to towns interspersed with vineyards, fields of sunflowers, and green
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