Propositioning the Rich Italian

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way he looked at her in the candlelight made her feel even more beautiful than she already did.
    She watched as he uncovered their dessert, smiling in appreciation at the panna cotta he uncovered.
    “Mmm. This looks wonderful.”
    He smiled. “I assure you, it is.”
    Picking up the spoon, he offered her the first bite. The dessert was wonderful.
    She savored the bite before taking another. When he offered her a third, she shook her head.
    “Don’t you want some?”

    * * * *

    Antonio stared at Tierra as he contemplated the loaded question she just asked. He wanted a lot from her, and most of it had nothing to do with the dessert sitting in front of them.   Panna cotta was his favorite dessert. It seemed to be hers as well. The sound of pleasure she made kicked his arousal into gear. The woman exuded desire, and she didn’t realize it. He gave her credit because at least she tried the food before making the determination she didn’t like the taste. He wondered if she would respond the same way in a sexual sense. His gut told him she would, and even though there seemed to be an air of innocence about her, it appealed to him.
    He didn’t realize just how shallow the women he’d been involved with before were. Tierra seemed to simply enjoy life itself. She wasn’t demanding, even when it was obvious she deserved everything she wanted. He could sit across the table from her and not flinch at the idea of coming home to her every night for that reason. She reached out and took the spoon from his hand before offering him the bite he tried to offer her. He took it willingly before sitting back. The dessert tasted as good as he expected it to be.
    “Tierra, we really do need to talk.”
    Her eyebrows rose before she frowned. “This sounds serious. I would…wait. You aren’t married are you?”
      He arched a dark brown in her direction at her off-the-wall assumption. Her contrite expression told him she regretted the words as soon as she said them. Still, he could understand the line of questioning considering the events she’d been through recently.
    “ Cara , believe me, when I marry, it will be my one and only marriage.”   The corners of his mouth curved upward. “Besides, I have a mother who would cuff my ears if I even thought about being unfaithful in my marriage.”
    Taking a deep breath, he tried to relax and prepare himself for the reaction he would probably receive in response to the news he was about to tell her. Her gentle smile the reassurance he needed to continue.
    “What do you want to talk about?”
    He decided the best way to handle the situation was to be straightforward. “Last night I told you I had business to take care of so I could spend the next two weeks with you.”
    She nodded slowly. “Yes, I remember.”
    “Well, it included having an informal meeting with my family this morning.”
    A look of confusion appeared on her face. “Why did you need to do that?”
    He grimaced, hating he was about to be partially dishonest, but he could not tell her the complete truth and scare her off.
    “So I could have the next two weeks off uninterrupted.”
    He watched her eyes widened again. “You told your family we are going to have an affair?”
    He shook his head, fighting a smile at her horrified expression before reaching across the table and taking her hand in his.
    “I have told you once before that what happens between you and I stays between you and I.”
    She gave him another confused look. “So what is the problem?”
    He took a deep breath then released it slowly. “My parents want to meet you.”

    * * * *

    All of the food Tierra consumed began to weigh down on her stomach like lead. This was the last thing she wanted to do. Her first impulse, get up and run out of the room. She stayed put for two reasons. Reason number one, it was her hotel room. Two, she didn’t have anywhere else to go. Taking a deep breath, she tried to get fresh air, and it seemed to be impossible even

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