The Billionaire's Second-Chance Bride (The Romero Brothers, #1) by Shadonna Richards Page A
Authors: Shadonna Richards
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up in this place?
“Fine,” Lucy acquiesced. Great! Now she was at Antonio’s mercy and she had no other means to get home. But something told her Antonio wouldn’t leave her inconvenienced in any way. He seemed like too much of a gentleman to do so.
Lucy watched as Maxine departed the luxury living area and waved giving Lucy a salacious wink. Why that—!
It didn’t take Lucy long to realize that Maxine was thrilled she was leaving Lucy alone with Antonio. With the elder Romero gone to another part of the God-knows-how-large-this-place-was mansion, she was practically alone with Antonio, save for a few of the staff about the premises.
“After you,” Antonio offered as he directed Lucy down the tiled corridor. Artwork decorated the cream walls. She noted that the place had imported Italian molding top and bottom of the walls. It really seemed as if she were in some sort of museum. The place was quiet now, too.
They walked into the book-lined study. Lucy was in front of Antonio but when she spun her head around, she caught his salacious gaze that seemed to have fallen to her derriere. He didn’t even seem embarrassed when she caught him looking.
“So, you wanted to speak with me about your grandfather’s wedding?” Lucy cut into his gaze, feeling the heat rise to places in her body she wished it didn’t.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
“I’m fine, thank you. I’m still sort of full from the pastries and that delicious fruit tray.”
“Will you be staying for dinner?” he spoke softly.
“I...” would love to. “I can’t. I have so much work in the morning and-”
“Very well. I won’t keep you too long then. I’ll cut to the chase.”
Oh, no. Had she offended him? She just refused to have dinner with one of the hottest, eligible, affluent bachelors in the world. Was she crazy? Foot-in-mouth disorder. Arrgh! Stupid. You should have said hell, yeah! No wonder you are still single.
“You seem to have given my grandfather the impression that the wedding is still forthcoming, Lucy.” Was that a question or a statement? Either way, his rich, deep tone of voice—that silky voice and the way he said her name Lucy in a low timbre captivated her.
“Listen, Antonio. I have no disrespect for you but...” This was not going to be as easy as she thought. A lump as large as a boulder seemed to have lodged in her throat. Damn, why the heck did Antonio have to look so hot? She was burning from the sexy heat of his delicious gaze. Even his name Antonio Romero was seductive.
Antonio Romero. Antonio Romeo. Antonio Romero. Lucy Romero. Stop it!!
That irresistible scent of his sweet cologne tickled her nostrils and lulled her into a dizzying calm state. But it wasn’t just that. It was his aura. There was something about being in this man’s presence. Heck, even looking at his tall, muscular-built frame. His excellent physique and his skin! His skin was almost flawless. He was blessed with good genes and good bone structure. She again noted his high cheekbones and chiseled features. His beautiful large, dark eyes and softly defined lips. Oh, those lips!
Okay, I’ve so got to focus here or that’s it for me. Game over.
Lucy closed her eyes for a moment feeling utterly incompetent. Why was Antonio Romero having this crazy effect on her? This was absolutely insane. She barely knew the guy. But, oh, she wanted to know him better. Much better. Even biblically. Stop it!
“Antonio,” she said almost breathless. “I realize how difficult this may be f-f-for you. We may not fully understand your grandfather’s happiness. But it is his to have...to decide on how he wants to be happy.” Oh, God! Why was she sounding like an incoherent idiot? “He obviously cares for Shelly. I want him to be happy.”
“You want him to be happy?” Antonio echoed. “You don’t know anything about my grandfather, Lucy. Loneliness and love are two completely different animals.”
“Loneliness?” Lucy
“Fine,” Lucy acquiesced. Great! Now she was at Antonio’s mercy and she had no other means to get home. But something told her Antonio wouldn’t leave her inconvenienced in any way. He seemed like too much of a gentleman to do so.
Lucy watched as Maxine departed the luxury living area and waved giving Lucy a salacious wink. Why that—!
It didn’t take Lucy long to realize that Maxine was thrilled she was leaving Lucy alone with Antonio. With the elder Romero gone to another part of the God-knows-how-large-this-place-was mansion, she was practically alone with Antonio, save for a few of the staff about the premises.
“After you,” Antonio offered as he directed Lucy down the tiled corridor. Artwork decorated the cream walls. She noted that the place had imported Italian molding top and bottom of the walls. It really seemed as if she were in some sort of museum. The place was quiet now, too.
They walked into the book-lined study. Lucy was in front of Antonio but when she spun her head around, she caught his salacious gaze that seemed to have fallen to her derriere. He didn’t even seem embarrassed when she caught him looking.
“So, you wanted to speak with me about your grandfather’s wedding?” Lucy cut into his gaze, feeling the heat rise to places in her body she wished it didn’t.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
“I’m fine, thank you. I’m still sort of full from the pastries and that delicious fruit tray.”
“Will you be staying for dinner?” he spoke softly.
“I...” would love to. “I can’t. I have so much work in the morning and-”
“Very well. I won’t keep you too long then. I’ll cut to the chase.”
Oh, no. Had she offended him? She just refused to have dinner with one of the hottest, eligible, affluent bachelors in the world. Was she crazy? Foot-in-mouth disorder. Arrgh! Stupid. You should have said hell, yeah! No wonder you are still single.
“You seem to have given my grandfather the impression that the wedding is still forthcoming, Lucy.” Was that a question or a statement? Either way, his rich, deep tone of voice—that silky voice and the way he said her name Lucy in a low timbre captivated her.
“Listen, Antonio. I have no disrespect for you but...” This was not going to be as easy as she thought. A lump as large as a boulder seemed to have lodged in her throat. Damn, why the heck did Antonio have to look so hot? She was burning from the sexy heat of his delicious gaze. Even his name Antonio Romero was seductive.
Antonio Romero. Antonio Romeo. Antonio Romero. Lucy Romero. Stop it!!
That irresistible scent of his sweet cologne tickled her nostrils and lulled her into a dizzying calm state. But it wasn’t just that. It was his aura. There was something about being in this man’s presence. Heck, even looking at his tall, muscular-built frame. His excellent physique and his skin! His skin was almost flawless. He was blessed with good genes and good bone structure. She again noted his high cheekbones and chiseled features. His beautiful large, dark eyes and softly defined lips. Oh, those lips!
Okay, I’ve so got to focus here or that’s it for me. Game over.
Lucy closed her eyes for a moment feeling utterly incompetent. Why was Antonio Romero having this crazy effect on her? This was absolutely insane. She barely knew the guy. But, oh, she wanted to know him better. Much better. Even biblically. Stop it!
“Antonio,” she said almost breathless. “I realize how difficult this may be f-f-for you. We may not fully understand your grandfather’s happiness. But it is his to have...to decide on how he wants to be happy.” Oh, God! Why was she sounding like an incoherent idiot? “He obviously cares for Shelly. I want him to be happy.”
“You want him to be happy?” Antonio echoed. “You don’t know anything about my grandfather, Lucy. Loneliness and love are two completely different animals.”
“Loneliness?” Lucy
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