One Passionate Night: Her Brooding Italian Boss / The Heiress's Secret Baby / Best Friend to Wife and Mother?. SUSAN MEIER
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his line of sight. Antonio was stunning in his tuxedo, with his hair a little wild. Every woman he passed eyed him with interest. The spark of her crush lit again, the desire to walk over and suggest another dance rising up in her. But that was wrong. Not only did she have troubles she had to solve before she got involved with another man, but as every woman around him drooled, Antonio didn’t seem to see anybody.
“The death of a spouse is difficult.”
Constanzo accepted that with a slight nod of his head. “I don’t want him to lose his entire life over this.”
“He’ll come around.”
“He needs a nudge.”
Laura Beth laughed. “A nudge?”
Constanzo sucked in a breath. “Yes, he needs to hire help. An assistant. Somebody who can live with him and get him on track.”
“Sounds like a tall order.”
“I don’t think so. We’ve been talking about him hiring a personal assistant, and he’s finally agreeable, which means he’s finally ready to heal and get back into life. I think once an assistant gets rid of the two years of junk he’s let accumulate in his office, Antonio will be able to see his future—not his past.”
Laura Beth mulled that over for a second. “Oddly, Constanzo, that actually makes sense.”
Constanzo laughed. “I like that you understand us. It’s part of why I find you to chat to at parties.”
She smiled. “There’s not much to understand. You’re a dad who loves his son. He’s a son who appreciates having a dad. All the rest is just stuff.”
He laughed again. “I wish I could hire you to be his PA.”
Laura Beth paused her ginger ale halfway to her lips.
“But I’m sure you wouldn’t want to live in Italy. And then there’s matter of the job itself. I’m sure you’re accustomed to much loftier employment.”
She sniffed a laugh. “My degree has gotten me nothing but temp jobs.”
His eyebrows rose. “So you’re interested?”
She thought that through. A real full-time job, that came with room and board? In a country away from her family and friends, so she could think through what to do about her pregnancy before she announced it?
“Yes. I’m interested.”
THE NEXT MORNING, as instructed by Constanzo, Laura Beth took a taxi to Tucker Engle’s private airstrip. She pulled her measly suitcase out of the backseat and paid the driver one-fifth of the money she had, leaving her a mere pittance. If this job didn’t pan out, she’d be penniless. But since she was already in trouble, and knew Antonio and Constanzo well, taking work as Antonio’s personal assistant wasn’t much of a risk.
A swirl of April air kicked up dust on the tarmac as she walked to the plane. Two pilots stood beside the lowered stairway, comparing information in logbooks. As she approached, one of the men saw her and smiled. He said something in Italian and she winced.
“Sorry. I don’t speak Italian.”
The pilot laughed. “I speak English. What can we do for you?”
“I’m Laura Beth Matthews. Constanzo told me he would call you to add my name to your passenger list.”
The pilot looked down, then back up again. But the second pilot pointed at the list.
“Ah, sì. Here you are.” He reached for her pathetic suitcase. “I will take care of this.”
Fear ruffled through her as a man she didn’t know took the entirety of her possessions out of her hand and walked away. But the second pilot pointed up the steps.
She sucked in a breath. She needed to get away. She needed time to think. She needed a job. She climbed the stairs.
At the doorway she stopped and gasped. The main area looked more like a living room than a plane. Rows of seats had been replaced by long, comfortable-looking sofas. Tables beside the sofas provided places for books, drinks or food. A desk and wet bar in the back filled the remaining space.
She eased toward the sofas, wondering where the heck Constanzo and Antonio were. Sitting on the soft leather, she leaned back, enjoying the feel of it against her nape. She’d been so nervous the night before she hadn’t slept, and part of her just wanted to nod off. Before she got too comfortable, though, a commotion sounded outside. She jumped up and looked out the window.
A big white limo had pulled up. Antonio got out and held the door for his dad. She tilted her head, watching them.
Dressed in jeans and an open dress shirt over a white T-shirt, Antonio looked totally different. She usually saw him in tuxedos at gallery openings or formal events, or trousers and white shirts at parties for Olivia and Tucker’s kids. Seeing him so casual sent a jolt of attraction through her. Especially with the way the breeze blew through his long curly hair, making her wonder if it was as soft as it looked.
She shook her head at her stupidity and raced back to her seat. She’d just gotten settled when Constanzo boarded the plane.
“Carissima. You made it.”
She rose, just in case she was sitting in the wrong place. “I did.”
Antonio entered behind his dad. He stopped when he saw her, his brow wrinkling. “Laura Beth?”
Though Antonio had been raised in the United States, he’d spent the past five years in Italy. Speaking Italian had changed the timbre of his voice. Her name rolled off his tongue sensually. A shiver breezed along her skin. And another thought suddenly hit her—this man was now her boss. She wouldn’t just be working to organize him. They’d be living together.
Oh, wow. No wonder her thoughts ran amok. She was going to be living with the guy she’d had a crush on for five years.
Right. Plain Jane Laura Beth would be living with a famous artist, who still grieved his equally gorgeous, equally wonderful wife. Common sense plucked away her fear. She had nothing to worry about.
She smiled and said, “Hello.”
Constanzo ambled to the back of the plane. “Can I get you a drink?”
She turned to watch Constanzo as he approached the bar. “No. Thanks.”
Antonio stopped in front of her. With his windblown hair and sun-kissed skin, he looked so good, so sexy, that her mouth watered. Especially when his dark eyes met hers.
“What are you doing here?”
Reminding herself Antonio wouldn’t ever be attracted to her and she had to get rid of this crush, she peeked back at Constanzo again.
He batted a hand. “I hired her. She’s out of her apartment and had no permanent job. It was perfect timing.”
Antonio’s lips lifted into a smile that would have stopped her heart if she hadn’t known he was off-limits. “Oh. That’s great.”
The pilot announced they’d been cleared for takeoff. Antonio pointed at the leather sofa, indicating Laura Beth should sit, then he sat beside her. Close enough to touch. Close enough that if they hit turbulence, they’d tumble together.
She squeezed her eyes shut. Stop!
She had to get ahold of these wayward thoughts or she’d drive herself crazy living with him! She was not in this guy’s league. She’d figured all this out yesterday. She was common, pregnant and needed a job more than a crush.
They both buckled in. The little jet taxied to the runway of the small airstrip and took off smoothly. It climbed for a few minutes and leveled off before the fasten-seat-belts