impassive when the very air they breathed pulsed with tension.
Though he’d expected it, he still found it galling that she’d asked for an extension on the damned loan. “Cesare would’ve granted it,” she’d said, and he was certain she was right.
That was all the reminder he’d needed to believe that she’d appeal to his father as soon as she could. She’d get back in Cesare’s good graces and his bed.
But the possibility of her taking her position further loomed large before him, especially now that she stood to lose her shares of the inn. Marriage would cement her place in his father’s life and grant her the power to do whatever the hell she wished with what little money remained.
And considering her devotion to her brother, that money would likely find its way to Monte Carlo.
No, he couldn’t let her near his father. Instead he must make a more attractive proposition to her, and he must give her little chance to refuse.
As soon as it was safe to exit the helicopter, he hurried heracross the helipad and into the waiting limo. His blood heated from the light scent that was uniquely hers and the excitement that crackled in the air. From the fact that when this nasty business was concluded here, he and Gemma would form a new arrangement.
That she’d be his.
Flashes of lights confirmed the paparazzi were out in force, leading him to believe that more celebrities than usual were partaking of the games of chance or just visiting on the chance to be noticed partying among the ultrarich.
He’d never found this jet-set lifestyle appealing. Staying on the cutting edge of his business and promoting it to its fullest kept him on the go. Unlike a good number of his contemporaries, he preferred to celebrate his successes with a select few or in private with a beautiful woman.
Like Gemma?
He shoved that thought from his mind and concentrated on what had brought him here tonight. Gemma.
How ironic that just two weeks ago Jean Paul had goaded him to come gamble. Buying Cardone’s old trawler had made it worth his time.
And now?
The last text message he’d received from Jean Paul hinted at a repeat of the last time he’d been pitted against Cardone. Only this victory tonight would be over Gemma.
It would be all the sweeter. When she saw her brother fail this time, she’d have no choice but to accept what Stefano offered. No choice at all.
“How in the world will I find Emilio here?” Gemma asked, her voice so low he wondered if she was talking to herself.
The hand he had pressed to her spine slid to her side—all to get a better hold on her as they wended their way throughthis throng. It had nothing to do with offering her comfort for the turmoil she’d face in the next hour. Nothing!
“Cardone is in the poker room engaged in a high stakes game,” he said. “He has lost the last two hands.”
“How do you know that?” she asked.
“My friend sent me a message some time ago,” he said.
She stopped and stared at him. “Did you hire your friend to gamble against Emilio?”
“No, Jean Paul is a billionaire with a talent and desire to gamble on his off time.” He didn’t bother to mention Jean Paul was a celebrated Formula 1 driver, for what was the point?
“Come. We’ll join the audience, but you must remain quiet,” he said. “Any disruption will have you removed.”
She glared at him for the longest time with nothing short of hatred. With a huff, she turned and strode down the hall, back impossibly rigid.
Fine. He would rather she hate him; he could deal with that better than coping with the desire and empathy she’d stirred to life in him earlier. If she raised a ruckus, she’d find herself hustled from the room.
It would only make the tension between them all the more stronger later when they sat down to business. Yes, they were waging their own high stakes games. But he would win.
He could make her want him. He could make her wild with desire. He would have his
Though he’d expected it, he still found it galling that she’d asked for an extension on the damned loan. “Cesare would’ve granted it,” she’d said, and he was certain she was right.
That was all the reminder he’d needed to believe that she’d appeal to his father as soon as she could. She’d get back in Cesare’s good graces and his bed.
But the possibility of her taking her position further loomed large before him, especially now that she stood to lose her shares of the inn. Marriage would cement her place in his father’s life and grant her the power to do whatever the hell she wished with what little money remained.
And considering her devotion to her brother, that money would likely find its way to Monte Carlo.
No, he couldn’t let her near his father. Instead he must make a more attractive proposition to her, and he must give her little chance to refuse.
As soon as it was safe to exit the helicopter, he hurried heracross the helipad and into the waiting limo. His blood heated from the light scent that was uniquely hers and the excitement that crackled in the air. From the fact that when this nasty business was concluded here, he and Gemma would form a new arrangement.
That she’d be his.
Flashes of lights confirmed the paparazzi were out in force, leading him to believe that more celebrities than usual were partaking of the games of chance or just visiting on the chance to be noticed partying among the ultrarich.
He’d never found this jet-set lifestyle appealing. Staying on the cutting edge of his business and promoting it to its fullest kept him on the go. Unlike a good number of his contemporaries, he preferred to celebrate his successes with a select few or in private with a beautiful woman.
Like Gemma?
He shoved that thought from his mind and concentrated on what had brought him here tonight. Gemma.
How ironic that just two weeks ago Jean Paul had goaded him to come gamble. Buying Cardone’s old trawler had made it worth his time.
And now?
The last text message he’d received from Jean Paul hinted at a repeat of the last time he’d been pitted against Cardone. Only this victory tonight would be over Gemma.
It would be all the sweeter. When she saw her brother fail this time, she’d have no choice but to accept what Stefano offered. No choice at all.
“How in the world will I find Emilio here?” Gemma asked, her voice so low he wondered if she was talking to herself.
The hand he had pressed to her spine slid to her side—all to get a better hold on her as they wended their way throughthis throng. It had nothing to do with offering her comfort for the turmoil she’d face in the next hour. Nothing!
“Cardone is in the poker room engaged in a high stakes game,” he said. “He has lost the last two hands.”
“How do you know that?” she asked.
“My friend sent me a message some time ago,” he said.
She stopped and stared at him. “Did you hire your friend to gamble against Emilio?”
“No, Jean Paul is a billionaire with a talent and desire to gamble on his off time.” He didn’t bother to mention Jean Paul was a celebrated Formula 1 driver, for what was the point?
“Come. We’ll join the audience, but you must remain quiet,” he said. “Any disruption will have you removed.”
She glared at him for the longest time with nothing short of hatred. With a huff, she turned and strode down the hall, back impossibly rigid.
Fine. He would rather she hate him; he could deal with that better than coping with the desire and empathy she’d stirred to life in him earlier. If she raised a ruckus, she’d find herself hustled from the room.
It would only make the tension between them all the more stronger later when they sat down to business. Yes, they were waging their own high stakes games. But he would win.
He could make her want him. He could make her wild with desire. He would have his
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