AllFreeNovel
Share Us
‘OK, so I’d better get back to work. Phew. It’s hot.’
She reached her arms up and twisted her hair into a knot. Her breasts thrust forward and his groin was shot with pleasure at the sight.
‘Come here,’ he said, putting his hand around her arm and drawing her towards him.
He took her jaw in his hand, gently moving her face this way and that.
‘What is it about you? I can’t take my eyes off you. There’s something so familiar… Have we met before?’
It was possible. Shorter hair? Different clothes? He looked at her again. There was something so engaging and compelling about her—and, still at the back of his mind, something so familiar.
She stepped back out of his reach and he dropped his hand.
‘Sorry, but I don’t think so.’
He had to laugh at that. ‘You don’t think you’d remember?’
‘Maybe. Maybe not. I’m not sure.’
Her eyes dipped, and for the first time he thought he saw the coquette. She was either the most naturally sensual woman he’d ever met or she was playing little games. Either way, he was beginning to get more and more turned on by her.
‘Look at me.’
She lifted her eyes slowly, flicked him a quick glance and then dropped her gaze to the side.
‘What’s wrong?’
‘I’m sorry, but would you mind if I got back to the shoot? I’ve only got one shot at this and I don’t want to blow it.’
He put his hand on her jaw again and her eyes widened.
‘You really are genuine, aren’t you? You’d rather hang out at the pantomime than flirt with me.’
‘Signor Rossini, my future is in photography—not in flirting.’
At that he laughed. A proper laugh. The sound of it startled him.
‘I like you flirting. You have a very promising career in flirting.’
She smiled too. And it was beautiful. So beautiful that he couldn’t stop himself. He wanted this woman. Now.
‘Come here. I want to show you something.’
At the far end of the loggia a short flight of steps led down to a sunken courtyard garden—private and tucked away. It was the perfect place for what he had in mind.
He clasped his fingers round hers and escorted her through the glare of lights and pounding music, driven by an ache that had to be assuaged. He led her down the marble steps, walking briskly, barely aware of the sun splattering flower shadows on each side of the path, until finally spinning her round in the archway that looked out onto the jewel-bright sea. He could hold back no longer.
He clasped her face in his hands and stared down into those eyes. ‘You beautiful girl.’
But as he moved to kiss her she squealed and stepped out of his grasp.
‘I—I have to get back. They’ll be waiting for me.’
He smiled with casual confidence. ‘You can take ten minutes to check out the view.’
‘That’s kind, but it will set tongues wagging. They’ll all think I’m down here getting it on with you.’
‘That doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.’
But she stepped further away, looking horrified.
‘OK, Miss Dahl. If you insist.’
‘I’m sorry, but I really want to make a good impression on everyone. This is so important for me. I need to network with these people. Some of them could open doors for me. The last thing I want is anyone thinking I’ve been on some kind of casting couch.’
He looked at her. She was serious.
‘Nobody would dare to question you. You’ve been in discussion with me. And I answer to no one.’
She looked vexed.
‘You don’t understand. I want this more than I can tell you. I’ve never been rich or successful. My mum has had to beg and borrow and steal to put me through college and I can’t risk ruining this one chance.’
‘You’re not going to ruin anything. Mariella is one of the toughest in the business and you won her over because of your talent. You’ve won me over too. That’s a fact. And we have chemistry—really explosive chemistry. You can’t deny that. I’m not sure why you think it’s such a problem.’
‘I’m not denying that I’m flattered. Of course I am. But…’
‘But?’
She looked away, uncomfortable.
He’d had enough. He pulled out his phone.
‘Va bene. I’ve got work to do. Enjoy the rest of your day.’
He walked away, smiling. Casting couch! As if he would need anything so obvious. A glance, a whisper, a word left unsaid—that was all it ever took.
But he had to admire her principles. How refreshing. And even more attractive. At least he could be sure she wasn’t one of those who thought a kiss was a declaration of love or a proposal of marriage. Or a sign to go out and choose a wedding dress or wallpaper for the nursery.
