Untamed Italians. Janette Kenny

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СКАЧАТЬ she thought he was genuinely concerned about the older man’s health prior to the heart bypass, she’d not take this personally. But the hard glint in his eyes mirrored the undertone in his warning—one meant just for her. Could he know of her deep relationship with Cesare? Had he somehow discovered his papa’s secret?

      No, that was impossible. She and Cesare had been discreet to a fault. Cesare had doled out a fortune to ensure privacy at the hospital.

      Stefano was just throwing his weight around in hopes she would make a mistake. Well, it was time she reminded him that she worked for his papa first and him second.

      She got to her feet, still clutching her notepad like a shield. “Cesare wanted me to prepare a detailed list of the ships we are contracted to build during the next year. If you are through, I’d like to get started on it.”

      “This is to be included in the prospectus for the new stockholder?”

      “Yes,” she said, unsettled by the mesmerizing intensity of his eyes that seemed to look right through her.

      He lifted one broad shoulder in a careless shrug. “It can wait.”

      “No, it can’t,” she shot back. “Cesare made it clear that the paperwork must be completed today.”

      “I am telling you it can wait.”

      She threw a hand in the air, disgusted that Stefano wasn’t taking his papa’s wishes seriously. “You may not care if your father’s business flourishes or fails but I do. Until I hear otherwise, he is my boss, not you.”

      Gemma could have crawled under the table, for she’d never, never, let her emotions get the better of her until now. But Stefano Marinetti seemed to know what buttons to jab to push her over the edge. And wouldn’t that be a crime!

      If she walked out, Cesare would have nobody in his corner. He’d have to reveal his secret and face the consequences. And a little girl would be exposed and branded a bastard.

      Her shoulders slumped, for that realization was all it took for her to pull in her claws. She’d been the object of scorn before. She certainly wouldn’t wish it on another innocent. Besides, she’d given Cesare her word that she’d carry on with her role here.

      “Forgive my lack of manners,” she said.

      He toyed with a pen, and she had the distinct feeling he thoroughly enjoyed baiting his adversaries, especially her. God knew they were on opposite sides.

      She was Cesare’s personal secretary and loved her job and her boss. He was estranged from his father and had made no attempt to bridge the breach. Until now, when his papa was incapacitated.

      That bald fact instantly put her on the wrong side of Stefano. Was he here to help his papa, or did he have a personal agenda?

      “You are a fierce champion of my father,” he said.

      “I am simply doing my job.”

      “You are doing far more than that.”

      She didn’t delude herself into thinking he was handing out a compliment. She simply clung to the hope that he’d decide to hire a temporary secretary and release her to go about Cesare’s business uninterrupted.

      “You should know that I’m aware of why you refused to work for your father.”

      “And that reason would be?”

      She lifted her chin, refusing to be cowed. “Your rivalry with your brother and your refusal to take orders from him.”

      He stared at her for one long, uncomfortable moment. “Did my papa tell you that?”

      “Most of it,” she said. “The rest I heard shortly after I came to work here.”

      “Gossip. Let me tell you the truth.” He slammed across the office, fists clutched at his sides. “My brother’s wife drove me from here.”

      This was getting far too personal for her liking. “Really, you don’t have to explain your differences—”

      “Before she married my brother, she was my lover. I thought myself in love with her, so I brought her home to meet my parents.” He faced her, and the anger on his face was a terrible thing to witness. “She decided my brother was the better catch as he was the heir to the company. Davide had no compunction about sleeping with her behind my back.”

      No wonder he demanded loyalty and honesty from his employees. “That’s why you left Marinetti Shipyard. You couldn’t stand to work with your brother and be around her.”

      “That was the deciding reason for me to leave. There were other clashes over designs and management.” His gaze met hers, and the cold finality reflected in their depths made her shiver. “Are you satisfied now?”

      Shocked was more like it. “I’m sorry you were betrayed by your brother and lover.”

      “I don’t want your pity, Miss Cardone.”

      He stared at her a long, uncomfortable moment, the intensity in his eyes searing through her as if branding her. Or perhaps burning her at the stake for dredging up such painful memories.

      “May I go now?” she asked.

      His chin dipped. “See to this list that you’re determined to complete.”

      She turned and hurried to the door, a heartbeat away from escaping him when the deep velvet rumble of his voice ribboned around her and brought her up short.

      “Bring me the portfolio when you’re done,” he said. “I wish to review it before handing it over to my accountant.”

      It wasn’t so much his words as it was the assurance in his voice that filled her with dread. She turned to face him, only to find him staring at her as if he could swallow her up whole and enjoy every second.

      She hiked her chin up, annoyed that she couldn’t stop him from getting to her, that he could make her tremble with anger and an emotion she barely understood. He was certainly bringing out the worst in her!

      “Why should your accountant review Cesare’s files when we have one employed who can do the same?” she asked, holding back the burning question of why he needed to see the list in the first place. In her heart she knew it couldn’t be a good reason.

      “Simple, Gemma. I am the CEO and owner of Canto Di Mare.”

      It took a moment to process that news. When it did, her thoughts tossed between outrage and awe.

      “You are the new stockholder of Marinetti?”

      He dipped his arrogant head in answer. “Now if you will excuse me, I have work to do. I expect those files before you leave for the day.”

      She took that curt dismissal as a godsend and slipped from the room. But peace eluded her.

      Stefano wasn’t doing his father a favor by stepping into his shoes now. He had a vested interest in the shipyard. She trembled with annoyance and fear of what this arrogant, domineering and ruthless man intended СКАЧАТЬ