A Debt Paid in Passion
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“Alex?”
“Sorry?” She lifted her gaze to his face.
He sighed. “What’s wrong?”
She shook her head. “It’s been a long day.”
He pursed his lips. Took a sip of his drink. “Convince me I should let you do this.”
She got up, found her briefcase and pulled out a file. “Here are five case studies of events I’ve pulled off in this amount of time,” she said, handing it to him. “I can make this the most spectacular debut for your wine. I promise you that.”
He flipped through the folder. “This is impressive.”
“So make the call.”
He put the folder down on the coffee table and sat back. The movement drew her attention to his superb, muscular thighs. They were so good they were impossible not to ogle.
“Even if I did agree you are the right choice,” he said evenly, “we still need to discuss our other problema.”
“What other problem?”
“That problem.”
She frowned. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He lifted a brow. “Tell me that was not a distinctly lustful look.”
“That was not lustful. That was—”
“Alex.” He angled his body toward her and captured her gaze. “You’ve been jumpy since the minute we walked into this hotel room and we both know why. You keep wondering what it would have been like to have that kiss in Lilly and Riccardo’s garden and so do I.”
Ahh. The almost kiss. The thing she couldn’t get out of her head no matter how hard she tried. She’d been slightly tipsy, standing on a stool unstringing lanterns from a tree after all the guests had left her sister’s welcome-to-summer party, when Gabe had come looking for her. She’d been caught so off guard by his sudden presence she’d nearly fallen off the stool. He’d caught her and swung her to the ground, but kept his arms around her waist. The knowledge that he had been about to kiss her had made her grab her slingbacks and run.
She scowled at him. “I’m working on about four hours’ sleep, that’s why I’m jumpy. Maybe you should just say yes to the contract so I can get some rest and—” She stared at him as he moved closer. “What are you doing?”
He lifted his hand and splayed his fingers across her jaw. “Figuring out how bad this particular problema is before I make up my mind.”
“There is no problem,” she croaked. “And if we’re going to be working together, I—”
“I haven’t said yes yet,” he cut in, his gaze purposeful. “Right now we have no working relationship whatsoever.”
They did have heat. They definitely had heat. She swallowed hard as it washed over her and made her pulse dance. “If I make this really bad you’ll say yes?”
His gaze darkened. “It isn’t going to be bad.”
No, she acknowledged, heart pounding, it wasn’t. Slicking her tongue across dry lips, she told herself she just needed to stay in control. Prove to him this attraction between them was wholly avoidable. But when he shifted his thumb to the seam of her lips in the most erotic opening to a kiss she’d ever experienced, she caved like a ton of bricks.
Her first taste of Gabriele De Campo lived up to every fantasy she’d ever had. Hot, smooth and utterly in control, his mouth slanted unhurriedly over hers, exploring every dip and curve with a leisurely enjoyment that made her want to curl her fingers into his shirt and beg. She resisted with the small amount of willpower she still possessed, but it was like being dangled over a ledge a hundred feet above the ground and told to hang on when you knew you were eventually going to fall.
She’d known he’d be good. Just not this good.
For a minute, for just one glorious minute, the temptation was too great and she let her mind go blank. And let herself savor what she’d been craving for a very long time.
He sensed her softening. Slid his hand to the back of her head and took her mouth in a drugging, never-ending kiss that upped the hotness quotient by ten. Off balance, she had to dig her fingers into his shirt and hang on.
“Lex,” he murmured, sliding his tongue along the seam of her lips. “Give me more.”
She was going to stop this in about five seconds. She was. He demanded entry again and she gave it to him. The feel of his tongue sliding sensuously against hers made her insides coil tight. This was more than a kiss, it was a full-out assault on her common sense.
And it was working.
She yanked herself out of his arms, her chest moving rapidly in and out. Her five seconds were definitely up. Way past up.
“That was not fair.”
“You need to admit you have a problem to solve it,” he murmured dryly. “Now we know.”
“We also know we can control it,” she pointed out. “Look it’s done. Presto,” she said, waving her hand at him. “Never to be had again. Curiosity’s over.”
He picked up the file and got to his feet. “Be at my office at ten tomorrow.”
She stared at him incredulously. “You’re leaving me hanging?”
He waved the file at her. “I need to read this.”
“That kiss was nothing, Gabe.”
“I’d like to see what something is.”
She watched as he straightened his shirt. Mortification sank into her bones. Why the hell had she allowed that to happen? She was supposed to be convincing him of her professionalism, not her skills in the necking department.
She followed him to the door. “You won’t regret it if you give me this job, Gabe.”
He gave her a long look. “Che resta da vedere.”
She scrunched her face up. “What does that mean?”
“That remains to be seen.”
He left. She picked up her shoe and threw it at the door. His soft laughter came from the other side. “Use the deadbolt, Alex.”
Despite her bone-deep fatigue, it took a hot shower and an hour of fretting to get herself anywhere near sleep. Gabe had been playing her and playing her well. Establishing a reason not to give her the business. She’d just been too busy being a spineless fool who couldn’t resist his Italian charm to see it.
After all these years of walking away, it had taken jet lag to do her in.
She whacked her head against the pillow and closed her eyes. If she got another chance, if he gave her the job tomorrow, she wasn’t making the same mistake twice.
Copyright © 2014 by Jennifer Drogell
ISBN: 978 1 472 04218 7
A DEBT PAID IN PASSION
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