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“Do you work for a design house?”
“I’m in…” He pauses, as if searching for the right word. “Security.”
“Oh. You’re someone here’s security?”
“Yes.” He smiles, reaches over, and picks up my hand, lifting it to his lips. “Can I have your number? I would like to call you tomorrow.”
I frown as I watch his mouth dust my skin. “I… oh, I…”
He pushes something in his ear, and it is then that I notice he’s wearing an earpiece.
“Me ne vado subito.” Translation: I’ll be right out. His eyes flick to me. “I have to go. My boss is here. I shall be back later.” He kisses my hand again as he stands. “Don’t have fun without me, Olivia.”
He rushes off, and I smile as I watch him disappear out of the room.
He was… interesting.
Giorgio falls back into the seat beside me. “What did he want?” he whispers.
I smile against my champagne glass. “My number, apparently.”
He rolls his eyes and picks up his drink, unimpressed. “I’m sure his boss would be thrilled about that.”
I glance over at him and frown. “Why, who’s his boss?”
Giorgio lifts his chin to the door, and I see Sergio walk into the room with a group of men. Someone is trailing behind them while speaking to another man, and I crane my neck to see who it is. He slowly comes into view.
Black dinner suit. Square jaw.
Power that emanates throughout the room like a shock wave.
Fuck.
Enrico Ferrara just arrived.
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OLIVIA
My stomach flutters and I snap my eyes away, angry that his presence still affects me.
“So, that’s his boss, hey?” I mutter.
“Yep.” Giorgio’s eyes dance with delight. “Enrico Ferrara, the king of Italy. Do you know him?”
“Why would I?”
He smiles and picks up my hands. “I thought we were friends.”
“We are.”
“Then why are you lying to me?”
I stare at him. “Why would you think I know him?”
He shrugs. “Just a hunch.”
“Mr. Ferrara doesn’t interest me.” I don’t want to have this conversation.
