managed to stop himself punching the wall because it wasn’t his wall to punch.
He was suspended between business and pleasure with a bridge of lust in between. If he had been searching for a recipe for disaster, he couldn’t have found a better one.
CHAPTER NINE
ONLY ONE MORE NIGHT until Carly’s Christmas party. That was her second thought as she woke up. The first—since it contained Lorenzo—was censored.
There was a street lamp outside the window shedding a grudging light inside the room. She lay in bed staring at the ceiling, telling herself she was stealing the last few moments in a warm bed before getting up, when really she was listening for Lorenzo. And fretting. He had dug and dug last night until she’d given up who knew what innermost secrets. One thing was for sure: he’d read more into what she’d said than anyone who wasn’t a top-flight barrister might. She wasn’t fooled for a minute by his cosy chit-chat; he’d been using his tried-and-tested courtroom technique to find out everything he could about her. So had she blown her scholarship chances out of the water? Only Lorenzo knew that, and he wasn’t telling.
It shouldn’t be hard to avoid him today she’d be so busy, but it was when they were both home like this and the apartment hummed with his energy she found it so difficult to relax. How long would it take to fix a leak at his flat? When would she be rid of him?
Who was she trying to kid? She was aching for sex; aching for Lorenzo.
Burying her head under the pillows, she tried to shut out the sound of his shower running. The thought of him naked beneath the spray was nothing short of torment, but, short of a miracle, aching for sex was how she was going to stay. Lorenzo Domenico might be the hottest thing on two hard-muscled legs, but he wasn’t interested in her.
The bathroom grew silent again. Sitting up in bed, she hugged her knees, resting her chin. The best thing to do was work twice as hard to prove to Lorenzo that her parents’ expectations weren’t the only thing driving her.
Lifting the envelope containing Carly’s lists, he picked up the phone and summoned her. Minutes later she was in his office.
He eased back in his chair, acting as if the sight of her had no effect on his libido. ‘Let’s go over these lists,’ he said, handing her the copies.
Lists plural? He had both her lists?
‘Lists?’ she squeaked, delving frantically through her memory bank. She distinctly remembered stuffing Lorenzo’s list inside an envelope and popping it inside his pigeon-hole. She knew it was his envelope because she had marked it For Your Eyes Only. For one look into Lorenzo’s eyes she would do a lot of things…but not, surely, mix up her lists?
‘You put an envelope into my pigeon-hole, didn’t you?’ he said, confirming it was all right to relax. But then a suspicious curve tugged at his lips. ‘And I picked this list up when you dropped it…’
He’d got the wrong envelope! It wasn’t just a list she’d dropped, it was the bottom out of her world!
‘Is it getting too hot for you?’ Lorenzo murmured as she eased the neck of her shirt. ‘I can easily turn the central heating down.’
He could turn the air-conditioning up and it wouldn’t impact on her discomfort. Toughing it out was the only way left to her. She played it cool. ‘Oh, that list. I still have one or two additions to make, so if you wouldn’t mind…’ She held out her hand in a way that would make any normal person act immediately.
‘Additions?’ Lorenzo said dryly. ‘Can it be possible you’ve left something out?’
Her cheeks fired as she thought about it. Her cravings, her fantasies of everything she’d like Lorenzo to do to her—all of them written down in note form, some with explicit doodles…
‘No, I didn’t think so,’ he said. ‘I think you’d better explain yourself, Carly
He was suspended between business and pleasure with a bridge of lust in between. If he had been searching for a recipe for disaster, he couldn’t have found a better one.
CHAPTER NINE
ONLY ONE MORE NIGHT until Carly’s Christmas party. That was her second thought as she woke up. The first—since it contained Lorenzo—was censored.
There was a street lamp outside the window shedding a grudging light inside the room. She lay in bed staring at the ceiling, telling herself she was stealing the last few moments in a warm bed before getting up, when really she was listening for Lorenzo. And fretting. He had dug and dug last night until she’d given up who knew what innermost secrets. One thing was for sure: he’d read more into what she’d said than anyone who wasn’t a top-flight barrister might. She wasn’t fooled for a minute by his cosy chit-chat; he’d been using his tried-and-tested courtroom technique to find out everything he could about her. So had she blown her scholarship chances out of the water? Only Lorenzo knew that, and he wasn’t telling.
It shouldn’t be hard to avoid him today she’d be so busy, but it was when they were both home like this and the apartment hummed with his energy she found it so difficult to relax. How long would it take to fix a leak at his flat? When would she be rid of him?
Who was she trying to kid? She was aching for sex; aching for Lorenzo.
Burying her head under the pillows, she tried to shut out the sound of his shower running. The thought of him naked beneath the spray was nothing short of torment, but, short of a miracle, aching for sex was how she was going to stay. Lorenzo Domenico might be the hottest thing on two hard-muscled legs, but he wasn’t interested in her.
The bathroom grew silent again. Sitting up in bed, she hugged her knees, resting her chin. The best thing to do was work twice as hard to prove to Lorenzo that her parents’ expectations weren’t the only thing driving her.
Lifting the envelope containing Carly’s lists, he picked up the phone and summoned her. Minutes later she was in his office.
He eased back in his chair, acting as if the sight of her had no effect on his libido. ‘Let’s go over these lists,’ he said, handing her the copies.
Lists plural? He had both her lists?
‘Lists?’ she squeaked, delving frantically through her memory bank. She distinctly remembered stuffing Lorenzo’s list inside an envelope and popping it inside his pigeon-hole. She knew it was his envelope because she had marked it For Your Eyes Only. For one look into Lorenzo’s eyes she would do a lot of things…but not, surely, mix up her lists?
‘You put an envelope into my pigeon-hole, didn’t you?’ he said, confirming it was all right to relax. But then a suspicious curve tugged at his lips. ‘And I picked this list up when you dropped it…’
He’d got the wrong envelope! It wasn’t just a list she’d dropped, it was the bottom out of her world!
‘Is it getting too hot for you?’ Lorenzo murmured as she eased the neck of her shirt. ‘I can easily turn the central heating down.’
He could turn the air-conditioning up and it wouldn’t impact on her discomfort. Toughing it out was the only way left to her. She played it cool. ‘Oh, that list. I still have one or two additions to make, so if you wouldn’t mind…’ She held out her hand in a way that would make any normal person act immediately.
‘Additions?’ Lorenzo said dryly. ‘Can it be possible you’ve left something out?’
Her cheeks fired as she thought about it. Her cravings, her fantasies of everything she’d like Lorenzo to do to her—all of them written down in note form, some with explicit doodles…
‘No, I didn’t think so,’ he said. ‘I think you’d better explain yourself, Carly
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