her mouth on a joyride she’d never forget.
It took him a good few seconds to think past her brazen lips frisking over his and the heat pervading his groin, to realise his fatal error. This was Eva and the woman kissed him as if he was her last breath. All sex and desperation. So he tangled with the uneasy notion that it would be him who would never forget. When business should have his undivided attention. That Hamptons was the goal here.
Even the imprint of her hot mouth refused to leave him as they rode the glass express elevator, zooming up forty-two floors in complete silence, Eva refusing to meet his eyes and Dante fighting the destructive animalistic need to pin her against the steel cage. Business, Vitale—focus.
By the time they were greeted by the maître’d he had the hunger leashed...until Eva’s long black velvet coat slipped from her provocative body and his heart stuttered in his chest.
Cristo ...
Swathes of golden silk sheathed her body like a second skin, from the high slashed neck to the straight cut knee in an understated oriental elegance, the wide band cinching her waist embroidered with delicate pink orchids and tied at her back in a huge gold bow.
Sensually extravagant. Yet oddly demure.
He had to swallow in order to speak. ‘Eva, cara , you look...’
‘What?’ she asked warily.
‘Stunning.’ Like thwacked-over-the-head stunning. ‘Breathtaking.’
Her high cheekbones flushed crimson. Another hint of innocence. As if she’d never been given such a compliment in her life. Which was ludicrous to imagine in a woman with a trail of ex-lovers in her wake.
And thankfully, before that thought took hold, they were ambushed by Takumi and it was back to business. To safety. To total control.
Together they worked their way through the throng of foodies, TV personalities and society’s usual glitz, nibbling on sushi and tempura, while Eva sipped an odd concoction of lime and lemonade—to satisfy her sweet tooth, he was sure. And, when they were shown to the private cordoned-off table of Yakatani, Eva dipped her head and greeted the older man in stilted Japanese. Making Dante rock back on his heels. And that was just the beginning of tonight’s stun-gun attack.
Every time their upcoming marriage was mentioned she blushed that intoxicating rouge that swept down her neck and all he could wonder was if it covered her gorgeous full breasts. Yakatani was smitten with her apparent innocence. But the more Dante watched her, the more he suspected it was untruths. At one point she stumbled so hard, Dante had to catch her fall.
Turning to his host—a small man in his greying years who reeked money and intelligence—he asked, ‘So tell me. Are you looking for a quick sale?’
‘Yes. The quicker the better. It is time for retirement. My wife informs me she would like to see her husband before he meets his maker. As you can see,’ he said, encompassing the glass and steel extravaganza with a sweep of his hand, ‘my children all have their own interests.’
‘It’s spectacular. You must be very proud of your son.’
‘Immensely.’
Dante couldn’t mistake the sincerity and a fist of envy punched him in the gut. One he stiffened against. Pushed past. Moved on.
‘Any issues with the store I should be concerned about?’ Dante asked.
‘Just the usual. Concessions getting complacent. Staff issues. Nothing that a man of your reputation cannot handle, Vitale.’
‘New blood.’ Eva’s voice drifted across the table and, when Dante looked up, her attention seemed divided between their conversation and Yakatani’s daughter-in-law, who’d just settled into the chair beside her, all long straight ebony hair and sloe eyes. Or was it the baby in her arms—a boy, if the blue sleep suit was anything to go by.
‘You were saying, cara ?’ he said.
Her head snapped around, soft blonde waves swishing about her shoulders. ‘Oh, sorry. It was just when you said...concessions.’ He could feel
It took him a good few seconds to think past her brazen lips frisking over his and the heat pervading his groin, to realise his fatal error. This was Eva and the woman kissed him as if he was her last breath. All sex and desperation. So he tangled with the uneasy notion that it would be him who would never forget. When business should have his undivided attention. That Hamptons was the goal here.
Even the imprint of her hot mouth refused to leave him as they rode the glass express elevator, zooming up forty-two floors in complete silence, Eva refusing to meet his eyes and Dante fighting the destructive animalistic need to pin her against the steel cage. Business, Vitale—focus.
By the time they were greeted by the maître’d he had the hunger leashed...until Eva’s long black velvet coat slipped from her provocative body and his heart stuttered in his chest.
Cristo ...
Swathes of golden silk sheathed her body like a second skin, from the high slashed neck to the straight cut knee in an understated oriental elegance, the wide band cinching her waist embroidered with delicate pink orchids and tied at her back in a huge gold bow.
Sensually extravagant. Yet oddly demure.
He had to swallow in order to speak. ‘Eva, cara , you look...’
‘What?’ she asked warily.
‘Stunning.’ Like thwacked-over-the-head stunning. ‘Breathtaking.’
Her high cheekbones flushed crimson. Another hint of innocence. As if she’d never been given such a compliment in her life. Which was ludicrous to imagine in a woman with a trail of ex-lovers in her wake.
And thankfully, before that thought took hold, they were ambushed by Takumi and it was back to business. To safety. To total control.
Together they worked their way through the throng of foodies, TV personalities and society’s usual glitz, nibbling on sushi and tempura, while Eva sipped an odd concoction of lime and lemonade—to satisfy her sweet tooth, he was sure. And, when they were shown to the private cordoned-off table of Yakatani, Eva dipped her head and greeted the older man in stilted Japanese. Making Dante rock back on his heels. And that was just the beginning of tonight’s stun-gun attack.
Every time their upcoming marriage was mentioned she blushed that intoxicating rouge that swept down her neck and all he could wonder was if it covered her gorgeous full breasts. Yakatani was smitten with her apparent innocence. But the more Dante watched her, the more he suspected it was untruths. At one point she stumbled so hard, Dante had to catch her fall.
Turning to his host—a small man in his greying years who reeked money and intelligence—he asked, ‘So tell me. Are you looking for a quick sale?’
‘Yes. The quicker the better. It is time for retirement. My wife informs me she would like to see her husband before he meets his maker. As you can see,’ he said, encompassing the glass and steel extravaganza with a sweep of his hand, ‘my children all have their own interests.’
‘It’s spectacular. You must be very proud of your son.’
‘Immensely.’
Dante couldn’t mistake the sincerity and a fist of envy punched him in the gut. One he stiffened against. Pushed past. Moved on.
‘Any issues with the store I should be concerned about?’ Dante asked.
‘Just the usual. Concessions getting complacent. Staff issues. Nothing that a man of your reputation cannot handle, Vitale.’
‘New blood.’ Eva’s voice drifted across the table and, when Dante looked up, her attention seemed divided between their conversation and Yakatani’s daughter-in-law, who’d just settled into the chair beside her, all long straight ebony hair and sloe eyes. Or was it the baby in her arms—a boy, if the blue sleep suit was anything to go by.
‘You were saying, cara ?’ he said.
Her head snapped around, soft blonde waves swishing about her shoulders. ‘Oh, sorry. It was just when you said...concessions.’ He could feel
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