the floor, and Ettore bent to
pick it up. She snatched at the square of material with muttered
thanks, not wanting any of them to see how her hands shook. “Um,
I think I need to go. Thank you for your hospitality.” She
smiled at the family, not pausing to focus on any of them.
Halfway to the door, she stumbled
when Renzo’s deep voice rang out. “Everyone, please don’t
hold dinner for me. Jada and I will be in my office.”
“ But, Renzo,” the
redhead whined. “Who is she?”
Renzo reached Jada’s side
and took her arm much like his brother had done earlier. He led her
from the room and didn’t bother answering the woman who must be
his wife or girlfriend. Jada wondered just what the heck she’d
landed in and plotted the best way to get out unscathed.
Chapter
Two
Renzo leaned on the edge of his
desk, arms folded across a powerful chest. The tightening of his arm
muscles and the way his slacks stretched over chiseled thighs made
Jada wet, but she forced herself to look no lower than his face. Of
course, that proved just as bad since his lips reminded her of long
nights kissing and sucking on them. She ran a hand over her face,
trying to pull herself together. Quite by accident she spotted the
tent in his pants and felt so much better. Renzo never hid what he
felt when it came to sexual desire. He had no problem with her
knowing he wanted her, which drove her need through the roof.
“ I didn’t mean to
come here,” she began.
A single brow rose into his
hairline.
“ I mean… damn it ,
I didn’t mean to disrupt your household. I guess I didn’t
think everything through. You had a right to know, so I’m here.
Simple as that. We made a mistake.”
Renzo stirred from his post and
approached her. She stiffened her back, refusing to be intimidated by
his size and her physical reaction to him. He drew up in front of
her, not touching, but with his nearness he might as well be. “Slow
down. I’m not following, cara
mia .”
The second his large hands
settled on her arms, she wiggled from his hold. “Listen, what
you do behind your wife’s back is your business. If I had
known, I damn sure wouldn’t have gotten involved with you, but
that’s over now. It’s up to you whether you tell her the
truth, but you have a right to know. I’m pregnant. I don’t
expect anything from you or any involvement in my baby’s life.
Good-bye.”
Jada spun on her heel and started
away, but Renzo caught her and drug her into his embrace. She crashed
into his chest hard enough to knock the wind from her lungs and
parted her lips. The bastard took advantage of her disorientation,
slanting his mouth over hers. She raised her hands to ward him off,
but instead her stupid fingers curled into the material of his shirt
to hang onto him. Renzo’s tongue burrowed between her lips and
swept the moist interior. Her knees buckled, but he drew her closer.
The world and every person in it ceased to exist from the first taste
of him, with his deep, sexy moans as he kissed her, and the strength
in his arms.
Her nipples pebbled, making it
seem like she didn’t wear a bra. All she could think about was
pleading for him to rip them off and take her on his desk. Get
a grip, Jada. He doesn’t even
respect the woman he’s with not to maul you in his office with
her a couple rooms away.
When sanity returned, she
wrenched free of his hold and stepped back. Her palm stung from the
smack across his cheek. Renzo didn’t flinch, although red
stained his handsome face.
“ You don’t get to
touch me anymore. What we had in Venice is over. Now, I’ve told
you about the baby. I’m leaving.”
Again he folded his arms and
settled on his desk. The man seemed quite satisfied that he’d
rattled her. Peering closely at him, she wondered if he even heard
her about the pregnancy.
Renzo lowered his gaze as if deep
in thought and then looked at her again. “No. You can’t
drop a bomb like that and walk out.”
“ Excuse me?” She put
a
pick it up. She snatched at the square of material with muttered
thanks, not wanting any of them to see how her hands shook. “Um,
I think I need to go. Thank you for your hospitality.” She
smiled at the family, not pausing to focus on any of them.
Halfway to the door, she stumbled
when Renzo’s deep voice rang out. “Everyone, please don’t
hold dinner for me. Jada and I will be in my office.”
“ But, Renzo,” the
redhead whined. “Who is she?”
Renzo reached Jada’s side
and took her arm much like his brother had done earlier. He led her
from the room and didn’t bother answering the woman who must be
his wife or girlfriend. Jada wondered just what the heck she’d
landed in and plotted the best way to get out unscathed.
Chapter
Two
Renzo leaned on the edge of his
desk, arms folded across a powerful chest. The tightening of his arm
muscles and the way his slacks stretched over chiseled thighs made
Jada wet, but she forced herself to look no lower than his face. Of
course, that proved just as bad since his lips reminded her of long
nights kissing and sucking on them. She ran a hand over her face,
trying to pull herself together. Quite by accident she spotted the
tent in his pants and felt so much better. Renzo never hid what he
felt when it came to sexual desire. He had no problem with her
knowing he wanted her, which drove her need through the roof.
“ I didn’t mean to
come here,” she began.
A single brow rose into his
hairline.
“ I mean… damn it ,
I didn’t mean to disrupt your household. I guess I didn’t
think everything through. You had a right to know, so I’m here.
Simple as that. We made a mistake.”
Renzo stirred from his post and
approached her. She stiffened her back, refusing to be intimidated by
his size and her physical reaction to him. He drew up in front of
her, not touching, but with his nearness he might as well be. “Slow
down. I’m not following, cara
mia .”
The second his large hands
settled on her arms, she wiggled from his hold. “Listen, what
you do behind your wife’s back is your business. If I had
known, I damn sure wouldn’t have gotten involved with you, but
that’s over now. It’s up to you whether you tell her the
truth, but you have a right to know. I’m pregnant. I don’t
expect anything from you or any involvement in my baby’s life.
Good-bye.”
Jada spun on her heel and started
away, but Renzo caught her and drug her into his embrace. She crashed
into his chest hard enough to knock the wind from her lungs and
parted her lips. The bastard took advantage of her disorientation,
slanting his mouth over hers. She raised her hands to ward him off,
but instead her stupid fingers curled into the material of his shirt
to hang onto him. Renzo’s tongue burrowed between her lips and
swept the moist interior. Her knees buckled, but he drew her closer.
The world and every person in it ceased to exist from the first taste
of him, with his deep, sexy moans as he kissed her, and the strength
in his arms.
Her nipples pebbled, making it
seem like she didn’t wear a bra. All she could think about was
pleading for him to rip them off and take her on his desk. Get
a grip, Jada. He doesn’t even
respect the woman he’s with not to maul you in his office with
her a couple rooms away.
When sanity returned, she
wrenched free of his hold and stepped back. Her palm stung from the
smack across his cheek. Renzo didn’t flinch, although red
stained his handsome face.
“ You don’t get to
touch me anymore. What we had in Venice is over. Now, I’ve told
you about the baby. I’m leaving.”
Again he folded his arms and
settled on his desk. The man seemed quite satisfied that he’d
rattled her. Peering closely at him, she wondered if he even heard
her about the pregnancy.
Renzo lowered his gaze as if deep
in thought and then looked at her again. “No. You can’t
drop a bomb like that and walk out.”
“ Excuse me?” She put
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