only blink at him. “I don’t see how you can keep it a secret if something like this happens again.”
He released her and sat back again. “I won’t let it happen.”
“That didn’t work so well for you tonight, did it?” She was growing angry, and not because he was stubborn, but because he frightened her. She knew where this conviction sprang from, knew what he did not say. The Viper. The Grand Prix circuit. Though he had a racing team, he didn’t feel anyone else could ride the bike to victory just yet. It was personal to him, though she did not quite know why.
The arrogant man intended to risk his neck on the track and to hell with everything else. It infuriated her.
She got to her feet, her entire body trembling with energy.She needed to move, needed to do something, or she might explode.
Why did she care?
“Do you want something to drink?”
He was watching her carefully. “A brandy would be nice.”
She wanted to laugh, but she did not. “I’m sorry, but this isn’t the Ritz. I don’t have a liquor cabinet. I may have some vodka, though.”
Elaine had liked vodka and Faith was pretty sure she’d left half a bottle behind.
“And tonic water,” she added. “I know I have that.”
“Vodka and tonic would be fine,” he said. Faith turned and fled to the kitchen. She found the vodka shoved in the back of a cabinet. Then she filled a glass with ice, added some vodka and poured tonic water on top. For good measure, she made another for herself. She wasn’t much of a drinker, but she had the feeling she needed something to take the edge off.
This night had been strange, to say the least.
Renzo was sitting where she’d left him, his leg still propped up, his head leaning back against the sofa cushion. His eyes were closed, and she took a moment to admire the symmetrical beauty of his face. His nose was long and lean, his cheekbones high, his lips full and firm. He had a mouth made to kiss, she thought. His top lip dipped in the center, just slightly, and she found herself wanting to nibble on that sexy little dip.
It was a sensual mouth. A cruel mouth. A mouth she wanted on hers even though she knew better. Just for a moment. Just so she could see for herself what made all those women so willing to put up with this man.
His eyes snapped open, then went unerringly to her face. The heat she saw there was unmistakable. It nearly fixed her feet to the spot, but she forced herself to moveas if nothing was any different. As if they were still Miss Black and Mr. D’Angeli, and this was simply a morning at the office and she was taking him coffee.
She crossed the distance between them and held out the drink. “
Grazie
,” he said, taking it from her and sitting it on the table beside him.
She set her own drink down and turned back to him, prepared to ask if he wanted her to continue rubbing his leg. But the look in his eyes scorched her.
Renzo reached up and took her hand in his. Her skin sizzled as fire snaked through her.
“You feel it, too,” he said. “I know you do.”
Faith could not speak. She did feel it, whatever
it
was. And she didn’t like it. It made her achy and jumpy and worried. He was the wrong man, the man who could destroy her present just as Jason Moore had destroyed her past.
With one tug, he pulled her down onto his lap, his arms going around her to cradle her close. “Renzo,” she started to protest, but he bent and fitted his gorgeous mouth to hers, silencing her.
CHAPTER FOUR
S O MANY sensations crashed through Faith at once: confusion, fear, lust, passion, joy. She wanted to slide her arms around his neck, arch into him and beg him to show her what no man ever had before.
And she wanted to shove away from him, put as much distance between them as possible. She wanted him to go. And she wanted him to stay.
His mouth on hers was firm, sensual, demanding. His tongue slid across the seam of her lips, enticing her, entreating her. She was determined not to give
He released her and sat back again. “I won’t let it happen.”
“That didn’t work so well for you tonight, did it?” She was growing angry, and not because he was stubborn, but because he frightened her. She knew where this conviction sprang from, knew what he did not say. The Viper. The Grand Prix circuit. Though he had a racing team, he didn’t feel anyone else could ride the bike to victory just yet. It was personal to him, though she did not quite know why.
The arrogant man intended to risk his neck on the track and to hell with everything else. It infuriated her.
She got to her feet, her entire body trembling with energy.She needed to move, needed to do something, or she might explode.
Why did she care?
“Do you want something to drink?”
He was watching her carefully. “A brandy would be nice.”
She wanted to laugh, but she did not. “I’m sorry, but this isn’t the Ritz. I don’t have a liquor cabinet. I may have some vodka, though.”
Elaine had liked vodka and Faith was pretty sure she’d left half a bottle behind.
“And tonic water,” she added. “I know I have that.”
“Vodka and tonic would be fine,” he said. Faith turned and fled to the kitchen. She found the vodka shoved in the back of a cabinet. Then she filled a glass with ice, added some vodka and poured tonic water on top. For good measure, she made another for herself. She wasn’t much of a drinker, but she had the feeling she needed something to take the edge off.
This night had been strange, to say the least.
Renzo was sitting where she’d left him, his leg still propped up, his head leaning back against the sofa cushion. His eyes were closed, and she took a moment to admire the symmetrical beauty of his face. His nose was long and lean, his cheekbones high, his lips full and firm. He had a mouth made to kiss, she thought. His top lip dipped in the center, just slightly, and she found herself wanting to nibble on that sexy little dip.
It was a sensual mouth. A cruel mouth. A mouth she wanted on hers even though she knew better. Just for a moment. Just so she could see for herself what made all those women so willing to put up with this man.
His eyes snapped open, then went unerringly to her face. The heat she saw there was unmistakable. It nearly fixed her feet to the spot, but she forced herself to moveas if nothing was any different. As if they were still Miss Black and Mr. D’Angeli, and this was simply a morning at the office and she was taking him coffee.
She crossed the distance between them and held out the drink. “
Grazie
,” he said, taking it from her and sitting it on the table beside him.
She set her own drink down and turned back to him, prepared to ask if he wanted her to continue rubbing his leg. But the look in his eyes scorched her.
Renzo reached up and took her hand in his. Her skin sizzled as fire snaked through her.
“You feel it, too,” he said. “I know you do.”
Faith could not speak. She did feel it, whatever
it
was. And she didn’t like it. It made her achy and jumpy and worried. He was the wrong man, the man who could destroy her present just as Jason Moore had destroyed her past.
With one tug, he pulled her down onto his lap, his arms going around her to cradle her close. “Renzo,” she started to protest, but he bent and fitted his gorgeous mouth to hers, silencing her.
CHAPTER FOUR
S O MANY sensations crashed through Faith at once: confusion, fear, lust, passion, joy. She wanted to slide her arms around his neck, arch into him and beg him to show her what no man ever had before.
And she wanted to shove away from him, put as much distance between them as possible. She wanted him to go. And she wanted him to stay.
His mouth on hers was firm, sensual, demanding. His tongue slid across the seam of her lips, enticing her, entreating her. She was determined not to give
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