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polite way to extricate herself from an older woman who wanted to know why Alberto wasn’t interested in dating, Marc appeared at her side.
He nodded to the woman as he gently guided Isabel away, saying, “Please excuse us; we have a few things to discuss.”
Marc took her hand, and they walked to the elevator. Isabel became conscious of curious glances from those who were nearby.
When the doors opened on the sixth floor, Isabel stepped off and looked around the dark space.
“I had about as much polite, small talk as I can handle.” Marc moved forward and turned on a few lights.
Isabel followed him into the space. “It seemed successful. Everyone I spoke with was excited to hear about the film.”
“It’s not often that Santoro Designs hosts an event, so I think people were curious.” His voice was sensual and inviting, almost as if he was trying to draw her in.
“What did you think of the film?”
“Would you care for a drink?” he asked her. He walked over to the drinks cabinet and made two vodka martinis.
He handed her a drink and waited for her to take a sip. The drink tasted delicious and she cautioned herself to be careful. She needed to keep her mind clear and not to allow herself to become too comfortable.
Marc took a swallow of his martini, and paused for a moment before saying, “I thought you did an extraordinary job with the short film. The images were compelling and it began to tell a story but left the audience hanging. Well done.”
Isabel smiled at him. “I can’t wait to film at the quarry.”
Marc took a step toward her and from the intensity of his gaze and the way he held his powerful body still, there was no mistaking the chemistry between them. But it was impossible to give into her desire; it would only end badly if he saw her disfigurement.
Her mind tried to come up with a plausible reason to break the subtle attraction between them. “Roberto told me you often will work on a statue or sculpture to relax.”
Marc stepped forward and gently brushed away an escaped wisp of hair from her cheek. “Did he?”
“Do you have anything that I could see?” Isabel said as she stepped back.
He gave her a darkly handsome smile. “Yes, come. I’ll show you.”
He led Isabel into a workroom off of his private office and turned on the lights. The space was huge with a large bank of windows to let the sun in.
Stepping further into the space, he pulled a covering off of a block of marble. Examining it closely, she could begin to see the outline of a figure.
Her dark hair cascaded around her shoulders in a sleek, straight style, adding unexpected grace to her look. Marc suppressed an urge to move closer to her and in irritation questioned what was so alluring about her. He knew instinctively it was a desire so basic it defied reason. If he was not careful, he would walk right into her neatly set trap. She would want him to tell all. Explain how he became a ruthless industrialist—as they called him—who kept everyone at a distance.
Yet there was something so compelling about her inquisitiveness, so tempting. If he was a lesser man, he would allow himself to be tempted. But he was in control of his own destiny, and she would want him to unlock part of himself that he had no intention of sharing.
If he was not careful, he would walk right into a trap carefully set by Alberto or Alda. The older generation wanted him to take a wife, and looking back at the block of marble for a second, he acknowledged that they hit the nail on the head with Isabel. She was beautiful, talented and had a mind of her own and he felt drawn to her in a way that he couldn’t remember ever experiencing.
He looked at her and could feel his body tighten in response. “Would you model for the sculpture?” His voice seemed overly loud in the open space, and when she turned toward him, she seemed surprised that he had asked her.
When she turned to look again at the block of marble, he realized he wanted
He nodded to the woman as he gently guided Isabel away, saying, “Please excuse us; we have a few things to discuss.”
Marc took her hand, and they walked to the elevator. Isabel became conscious of curious glances from those who were nearby.
When the doors opened on the sixth floor, Isabel stepped off and looked around the dark space.
“I had about as much polite, small talk as I can handle.” Marc moved forward and turned on a few lights.
Isabel followed him into the space. “It seemed successful. Everyone I spoke with was excited to hear about the film.”
“It’s not often that Santoro Designs hosts an event, so I think people were curious.” His voice was sensual and inviting, almost as if he was trying to draw her in.
“What did you think of the film?”
“Would you care for a drink?” he asked her. He walked over to the drinks cabinet and made two vodka martinis.
He handed her a drink and waited for her to take a sip. The drink tasted delicious and she cautioned herself to be careful. She needed to keep her mind clear and not to allow herself to become too comfortable.
Marc took a swallow of his martini, and paused for a moment before saying, “I thought you did an extraordinary job with the short film. The images were compelling and it began to tell a story but left the audience hanging. Well done.”
Isabel smiled at him. “I can’t wait to film at the quarry.”
Marc took a step toward her and from the intensity of his gaze and the way he held his powerful body still, there was no mistaking the chemistry between them. But it was impossible to give into her desire; it would only end badly if he saw her disfigurement.
Her mind tried to come up with a plausible reason to break the subtle attraction between them. “Roberto told me you often will work on a statue or sculpture to relax.”
Marc stepped forward and gently brushed away an escaped wisp of hair from her cheek. “Did he?”
“Do you have anything that I could see?” Isabel said as she stepped back.
He gave her a darkly handsome smile. “Yes, come. I’ll show you.”
He led Isabel into a workroom off of his private office and turned on the lights. The space was huge with a large bank of windows to let the sun in.
Stepping further into the space, he pulled a covering off of a block of marble. Examining it closely, she could begin to see the outline of a figure.
Her dark hair cascaded around her shoulders in a sleek, straight style, adding unexpected grace to her look. Marc suppressed an urge to move closer to her and in irritation questioned what was so alluring about her. He knew instinctively it was a desire so basic it defied reason. If he was not careful, he would walk right into her neatly set trap. She would want him to tell all. Explain how he became a ruthless industrialist—as they called him—who kept everyone at a distance.
Yet there was something so compelling about her inquisitiveness, so tempting. If he was a lesser man, he would allow himself to be tempted. But he was in control of his own destiny, and she would want him to unlock part of himself that he had no intention of sharing.
If he was not careful, he would walk right into a trap carefully set by Alberto or Alda. The older generation wanted him to take a wife, and looking back at the block of marble for a second, he acknowledged that they hit the nail on the head with Isabel. She was beautiful, talented and had a mind of her own and he felt drawn to her in a way that he couldn’t remember ever experiencing.
He looked at her and could feel his body tighten in response. “Would you model for the sculpture?” His voice seemed overly loud in the open space, and when she turned toward him, she seemed surprised that he had asked her.
When she turned to look again at the block of marble, he realized he wanted
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