Drive Him Wild (THE BILLIONAIRE AND THE POP DIVA Volume 2) by Eve Montelibano Page A

distinct accent. Maybe Spanish or something.”
    “Hmm no. C’mon, make another guess!”
    “Tell me already! He’s world-famous, you say? Is he an athlete?”
    “Close.”
    “A football player? Frosh, I don’t follow European football.”
    “Nope.”
    “A tennis player?”
    “Nope.”
    She stamped her foot. “Nusha!”
    “You actually have his car.”
    “His car?”
    “Uh-huh. Sports car.”
    “I have six sports cars! Wait, is he a race driver?”
    Anouska grinned. “Uh-huh.”
    “There’s Nascar, Formula 1, Formula 21, Indy 500, but I don’t follow any of that!”
    “What’s your fave sports car in your garage?”
    “My Zoldatti Z10?”
    Anouska shrugged. “He designed that. Drives that, too.”
    Her eyes widened like saucers. “Where’s my laptop?! Quick!”
    Chuckling, Anouska went to the dining table and picked up a MacBook which was already open and running.
    Valenna rushed toward Anouska and practically grabbed the laptop from her.
    The face of Giane was on the screen, wearing a helmet and an auto racing suit bearing the Impero Di Zoldatti emblem.
    “Gianfranco Zoldatti?!” she gasped.
    “Yup, thirty three years old, sole surviving heir to the Zoldatti empire, relative of the Medicis, Formula 21 champion who owns his own team, the designer of your fave car and your cherry popper tonight.”
    Valenna was oddly shaken by the discovery. The man was simply too good to be true. Why on earth would a man like that bid for her cherry? It wasn’t like he’d have difficulty finding a woman to shag. With his wealth and good looks, women were probably throwing themselves at him like balls off a pitching machine!
    “Is he…married?” she asked Anouska belatedly, dread coiling in her belly. Oh please, God, make him single. Please!
    “You didn’t ask him?”
    “I forgot...”
    Anouska eyed her knowingly with a smirk.
    “Nusha, you’re killing me! He’s not married, is he?”
    “Nope. Not even once.”
    She expelled a huge sigh of relief. “Thank God!”
    “Oh Vanna, he’s perfect for you.” Anouska looked dreamy now. Her BFF was even a worse hopeless romantic than she was. Anouska’s extensive romance book collection was scary shit. “But you forgot to ask him. You have a checklist of important Qs and you forgot to ask a single one of them. And you dragged him to your bedroom!”
    She frowned. “You were watching!”
    “Well, Baba was freaking out. He nearly rushed back to your suite when you disappeared from the screen. Great thing Ty told him his boss used to date Brigitte Harlowe—”, Anouska gasped and covered her mouth. “Ops, sorry.”
    Valenna glared at Anouska. Mentioning that woman’s name or anything connected to that bitch who stole her tool of an ex was verboten in her camp. Oh yes, those who dared cross this personal edict of hers got the boot. She’d known for a long time that Baba had a crush on Brigitte but even her loyal bodyguard had never mentioned the woman’s name in her presence since the break-up.
    But what Anouska said made her freeze. “What do you mean he used to…date…her?”
    Anouska looked like she was constipated now. “Uhm, “used to” is the operative phrase, okay?”
    No. No no no! Giane was hers! She wanted him. Wanted him like she’d never wanted any man before. That bitch can have that ass Kerion but not her Giane, too! That man-eater cannot possible have every guy she fancied! No damn way!
    But the very thought that Giane used to date Brigitte totally upset her she wasn’t able to hold it. As sure as the sun would rise tomorrow, they’d had sex too!
    She burst into tears.
    Anouska looked baffled. “Why the hell are you bawling, girl?”
    Valenna placed the laptop back on the dining table and sat on a chair. She wanted to drop on the floor and roll like a child having a major tantrum.
    “Why oh why does he have to be so froshing perfect?!” she wailed.
    “What?”
    “THAT!” She gestured to the laptop’s screen. “That man has