A Moment on the Lips - By Kate Hardy Page 0,21
his head. ‘You’re gorgeous,’ she said, stroking his pectoral muscles. There was a light dusting of hair on his chest; she loved the friction against her fingertips.
‘So are you.’ He peeled off her strappy top and traced the lacy edge of her bra.
Her hand was shaking as she reached for the zip of his jeans; he gave a sharp intake of breath as she eased the denim over his thighs.
It took him seconds to dispose of the rest of her clothes; then he carried her over to the bed, pushed the duvet aside and laid her against the pillows before climbing in next to her.
‘You’re such a princess,’ he said, smiling as he sprawled on the mattress.
She knew exactly what he was talking about. ‘Sheets with a high thread count are comfortable. What’s so bad about that?’
‘I knew your bed would be like this. Well, actually, no. I thought you’d have hundreds of cushions and this’d be a four-poster covered in voile.’
‘Silk ribbons.’ She curved her thumb and forefinger round his wrist.
‘Is that what you’re thinking, Princess?’ He licked his lower lip and gave her a smouldering look that turned her to mush. ‘I think I like how your mind works.’
She laughed. ‘If I was still in the art business, I’d so commission a painting of you.’
He raised an eyebrow. ‘What kind of painting might that be?’
‘Naked. And for my eyes only,’ she said.
‘Good, because I think my mother would have a fit if there were naked paintings of me on display all over Naples—not to mention what your grandparents would say.’
‘Well, the décor in Tonielli’s does need a bit of updating,’ she teased.
‘Not with naked pictures of me, it doesn’t.’
‘It’d draw in a lot of female customers.’
‘If that’s on your business plan, I’m red-penning it already.’
‘No. This is separate. Just you and me.’
The vulnerable, needy girl had gone, replaced by a sparky, funny woman he liked a lot. And making love with her was pure pleasure. Particularly when she insisted on taking the lead and straddled him.
‘I like this. Great view,’ he said, reaching up to play with her breasts.
‘And I’m in charge.’
Only because he was letting her—and the expression in her eyes told him she knew it, too. But he was enjoying indulging her. He loved it when she lowered herself over him and began to move. And he seriously adored it when she kissed him hard, demanding a response and getting it.
Once he’d dealt with the condom and come back to her bedroom, he pulled his clothes on again.
‘Don’t tell me you’re planning to go back to work now?’
He shrugged. ‘You know me. Dull, boring businessman.’
She sighed. ‘Dante, don’t you ever give yourself a break?’
He didn’t even need to think about it. ‘No. Stay there; I’ll see myself out. Your homework this week is a SWOT analysis. Strengths, weaknesses, opportunities, threats. The idea is to turn weaknesses into strengths—’
‘—and threats into opportunities. Got it,’ she finished dryly.
‘Good. See you Saturday. My office, seven thirty. Ciao.’
And he walked out of her bedroom.
Before he could give in to the temptation of her unspoken offer to stay.
CHAPTER SIX
ON THE Monday afternoon, Carenza came back to her office with a pile of notes following a trip to a competitor’s gelateria, to discover a book smack in the middle of her desk, with a note stuck to it. More homework: analyse your sales for the last five years. What are the trends and why? Split it by outlet. Dante. His handwriting was bold and spiky and confident, like the man himself. And she was so disappointed to realise that she’d missed him.
Ha. How pathetic was she? For all she knew, he could’ve sent the book over by courier.
She emailed him swiftly.
Thank you for the book. All homework in progress.
Though first she needed to get the sales figures. Broken down by outlet.
That was when she discovered that her grandfather didn’t have everything on a computer spreadsheet, the way Amy always had at the gallery. Everything was in paper format only. Which left her with no choice; she was going to have to talk to Emilio Mancuso and ask him for the information.
He frowned when she called in to see him and made her request. ‘Why do you want to see the last five years’ figures?’
‘So I can see the trends.’
He shrugged. ‘There’s no need. I’ve looked after things for your grandfather for the last five years.’ He paused, and gave her a significant look. ‘Since he had his heart problems.’
Heart problems? What heart