Only One Night - Dani Rene Page 0,7
shakes her head and rises. Her heels put her about a head’s breadth below my chin. She’s not tiny. She has incredible curves. And with each move of her hips, all I can focus on is how they’d look when I bend her over and fuck her from behind.
Jesus, get a grip, Rome.
“That’s not a good idea, Mr. Donovan.” Her accent seduces me. It rolls over me in warm waves. An ocean crashing on the shore. And I gladly allow her to pull me into her depths.
“Then, the building is no longer on the market. I trust you can find your way out,” I tell her, buttoning up my suit jacket and turning away from her.
“Wait!” The corner of my mouth lifts in a satisfied smirk.
Right into the net. I love butterflies, and she’s just been caught in my net.
“One dinner,” she bites out. It’s not angry — it’s defeated. I’ve won too many rounds in the boardroom not to know when I have the upper hand. I don’t understand why she wants this building in particular, or why I’m even allowing her to play along. But when I turn to face her, I realize exactly why. This woman is a tangled ball of tension. Anxiety is evident in her gaze, and I know I am capable of undoing every knot she’s holding onto. I want to watch her unravel. To fall apart at the seams. Then, as I slowly wind her strand by perfect strand around my finger, she’ll be in my bed soon. She’s a siren, luring me to my death, but I’m not letting her get away so easily without having her sing for me.
Chapter 5
Elisabet
As soon as I step out of Rome’s office, I feel flustered. He wangled his way into my evening, asking me to join him for dinner. Even though he says it’s purely business, I have a feeling a man like him doesn’t keep things strictly business. Stalking my way to the exit, my mind is adrift with images of what dinner entails.
This is something I can’t allow to happen. Business and pleasure do not go hand in hand. In fact, they’re the opposite. And I need to keep them separate. Slipping into the driver’s seat of my car, I start the engine while remembering how he smiled. The way his eyes danced with amusement. And the way his hands, those beautifully manicured hands, gripped the pen as he signed the contract for us to go into business together. For me to be his client. I’m not sure why he wanted that, but when I read through it, it all seemed legit, so I signed.
I’m not officially a client of Donovan International. I know he has properties for sale across the country, as well as in Europe. Perhaps one day, if I decide to extend my business, he can help.
When I pull into the parking lot of the hotel, I can’t believe where the day has gone. Granted, I’ve been to see five suppliers and picked out furniture for the new restaurant. My mind is still on Rome. For some reason, the man has weaseled his way in, and I can’t get him out.
I step into my suite and take a deep breath. The beautiful room I’m renting is my safe haven for now. The man affected me. He shouldn’t. We can’t embark on this stupid plan of his, but I can’t lose that building.
When my phone rings, my heart jolts in my chest. One glance at the screen tells me it’s the one person I was hoping would leave me be. Marco Gianetti. He is my father’s lifelong friend, and the reason Dad followed me to New York. Marco has known me since I was a child, always visiting us when he was in Italy.
“Ciao,” I answer, knowing that if I don’t, he’ll follow me to the West Coast, and that’s the last thing I need right now.
“Ciao, Bella.” His response is light, almost too uncaring, because I know this man, and that’s not how he normally speaks to me. “Come stai?”
“I’m fine, Marco. What do you want?”
His dark chuckle is my response. It causes me to shudder in fear. “Is that any way to speak to the man who helped you escape?” His voice is thick with indignation. He knows he’s right, and I can’t argue with that. He did help me. Only because I had no other choice. The life I was stuck in was one that would never have