His Forbidden Conquest. Kate Hardy
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his abdomen. ‘So do you.’
‘Is that an offer?’
‘Might be.’ She gave him her sexiest pout. ‘Interested?’
His answer was to pick her up and carry her to the shower. She’d run out of hot water by the time they’d finished, but she didn’t care. The smile on her face felt a mile wide.
Wrapped in towels to keep off the chill, they lounged on her bed. And there was a softness in Dante’s eyes that tempted Carenza to try to get him to open up to her. To start her private reverse mentoring.
‘So what does a restaurateur do for fun,’ she asked, ‘given that he doesn’t own a games console or TV?’
He grimaced. ‘Most TV is pretty mindless—and I hate that reality stuff. Who wants to watch that tedious rubbish?’
‘Not all TV’s like that,’ she said. ‘There are documentaries. Comedies.’ She paused. ‘Do you like films?
He shrugged. ‘My business takes up most of my time.’
‘All work and no play,’ she said, batting her eyelashes at him.
‘Are you calling me dull, Princess?’
‘No, you’re not dull.’ He had far too much energy to be dull. ‘But maybe,’ she said carefully, ‘you’re missing out on things.’
‘So what do you do for fun?’ he asked.
Was he being polite, or was he really interested? She wasn’t sure. ‘I haven’t really had a chance to go out much since I’ve been back in Naples. But in London I used go to the cinema a lot,’ she said. ‘And I’d have a glass of wine afterwards with my friends so we could talk about the film.’
‘Serious arty discussions, hmm?’ His expression told her that he thought it was more likely that she was discussing the hunkiness of the male leads with her girly friends.
She folded her arms. ‘If you call me an airhead again, I’ll … I’ll …’
‘Yes?’ He looked interested.
She subsided. ‘Sometimes, Dante, you’re so difficult.’
‘And you’re not?’ he asked dryly.
‘Not as difficult as you are, no.’
‘So you like talking about films.’ He rolled his eyes. ‘Next you’re going to tell me you’re in a book group.’
‘No, I’m not. But I do like reading.’ She paused. ‘You?’
‘I read the business news. Usually online.’
She was still no closer to finding out how he let off steam. ‘OK, I give up. What do you do for fun?’
‘Sometimes I go out on the bike.’
‘And that’s it?’
He leaned closer. ‘And sometimes I have sex with a gorgeous blonde. Fairly incredible sex, actually.’
She could feel her face going beetroot, and he spread his hands and laughed. ‘Hey. Don’t complain. You asked.’
‘So I’m your main leisure activity?’
‘At the moment, I guess so.’
She frowned. ‘You don’t ever go dancing?’
‘Do I look like a man who dances?’
He looked like the kind of man who’d dance an incredibly sexy tango, one that would leave her wet and panting for him. Not that she was going to tell him that. ‘Let’s give it a try. Will you go out with me on Saturday night?’
‘Dancing? Sorry, Princess, not my scene.’
‘How do you know? You’ve never been dancing with me. It’ll be fun.’ She tipped her head to one side and gave him her most winsome smile. ‘Come with me.’
‘I’d rather not.’ He pulled a face. ‘I hate dancing.’
She sighed. ‘You’re the one who says we don’t understand each other. If you come with me, see what I do for fun, then maybe you’ll understand a bit better what makes me tick.’
‘I understand you already.’
‘No, you don’t. You just think you do. The same as I know that whenever I think I’ve worked you out, I’m going to find out there’s yet another layer.’
‘Now you’re calling me an onion?’
‘No. Just complex.’ She kissed him lightly. ‘Come with me, Dante. We’ll have a good time. If you really hate it, we don’t have to stay.’ She gave him her sexiest pout. ‘Don’t you want to get hot and sweaty with me?’
‘I can think of better ways,’ he said.
‘Trust me, it’ll be a lot more fun than you think.’ She licked her lower lip. ‘I guarantee you’ll like my dress. And my shoes.’ She could see in his face that he was looking for excuses. ‘Saturday night is mentor night,’ she reminded him. ‘Only, this time, I’ll be mentoring you.’
He frowned. ‘How do you mean?’
‘I’m mentoring you in having fun. In understanding me. In what makes me tick.’
Dante thought about it. He didn’t need to know what made her tick. That was nothing to do with the mentoring arrangement—or the fact they still couldn’t be in the same room as each other for long without needing to rip each other’s clothes off. But he still didn’t want any emotional involvement. Still couldn’t handle it.
‘Please, Dante. I’ve been working really hard. I’d like an evening off.’ She paused. ‘And you work harder than I do.’
He shrugged at the implication. ‘I don’t need time off.’ ‘Just an hour. That’s all,’ she said. ‘Please?’ It was hard to resist the appeal in those blue, blue eyes. He sighed. ‘This is against my better judgement,’ he said, ‘but OK. Not this Saturday—next week.’
It was a compromise. And she’d take it. ‘Thank you.’ She slid her arms round him and held him close. ‘I promise you won’t regret it.’
‘So how did you get on with the figures?’ Dante asked on the Saturday night.
‘I’m still waiting for some of the quotes. But I did look at the variable costs.’ She paused. ‘And something’s wrong there.’
‘Come and sit down, and we’ll take a look at it.’ He drew another chair round to his side of the desk.
‘If I’m selling less ice cream, that means I don’t have to make so much of it in the first place, so I should be using fewer ingredients—right?’
‘That should be how it works, yes.’
‘But I’m not. If anything, according to the invoices, I’m using more.’
He frowned. ‘Are you sure?’
She nodded. ‘And I can’t see a reason for it. I don’t want to worry Nonno in case it sets off his angina. I guess I should ask Emilio Mancuso, seeing as he’s been manager for the last five years.’ She sighed. ‘The last time I asked him something, he told me not to worry my pretty little head about it.’
‘What an idiot.’ Dante gave her a wry smile. ‘Did you accidentally-on-purpose stand on his foot—in your sharpest heels?’
‘I wanted to,’ she admitted, ‘but I resisted the impulse. I can see why he doesn’t like me. He’s been running everything for five years, then I waltz in from London and take over, when I know next to nothing about the business. It’s kind of a slap in the face to him, and I need to take his feelings into consideration when I deal with him.’
‘Understanding