From Paris With Love. Kate Hardy

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      Unless it was a cold-blooded calculation on his part. Unless he thought he could overwhelm her with sensuality until she was so crazy she agreed to give up custody of Sam. Her hands tightened at her sides. He wouldn’t even get a single kiss out of her if he tried. And the next time he contacted her, she really would have a lawyer....

      “Elevator or stairs?” he asked, smiling.

      Tilting her head back to look up the length of the tower, Emma had a sudden image of tripping on the stairs in her high heels, and Cesare sweeping her up into his arms. She could almost imagine how it would feel to cling to him, her arms around his body, her cheek against his chest.

      “Elevator,” she said quickly.

      They went to a private elevator at the south pillar of the Eiffel Tower. There was no queue here. Strange, she thought. She’d heard this restaurant was really popular.

      She was even more shocked when the elevator opened with a ding on the second platform of the Eiffel Tower, and they walked into a beautiful restaurant...

      And found it empty.

      Emma stopped cold. With an intake of breath, she looked at Cesare accusingly. “Where is everyone?”

      He shrugged, managing to look guilty and innocent at the same time. “What do you mean?”

      She looked over all the empty tables and chairs of the modern restaurant, with its spectacular views of Paris from all sides. “No one is here!”

      Coming behind her, he put his hands on her shoulders.

      “We are here.”

      Slowly he pulled off her coat, then handed it to a host who discreetly appeared. Cesare’s eyes never left hers as he removed his own coat, revealing his well-cut tuxedo. Emma shivered beneath his gaze for reasons that had nothing to do with being cold. As he led her to a table by the window, the one with the best view, she felt suddenly hot, as if she’d been lying beneath the sun. No, worse. As if she’d been standing on it.

      They sat down, and a waiter brought them a bottle of wine. Emma glanced at the tables behind them and saw they were all covered with vases of long-stemmed roses.

      “Roses?” she said. Her lips curled humorlessly. “To go along with the watch you gave me? The finishing touch on the parting-gift extravaganza for one-night stands?”

      “I should think it’s obvious,” he drawled, pouring wine into her glass, “you’re not a one-night stand.”

      “A two-night stand, then.”

      He looked at her without speaking. Her cheeks burned.

      “I won’t let you talk me into signing custody away,” she said hoarsely. “Or seduce me into it, either.”

      He gave a low laugh. “Ah, you really do think I’m a coldhearted bastard.” He held out her glass, filled with wine a deeper red than roses. “That’s not what I want.”

      “Then, what?”

      He just looked at her with his dark eyes. Emma’s heart started pounding.

      Her hand shook as she reached out for the glass. She realized she was in trouble. Really, really big trouble.

      He held up his own wine. “A toast.”

      “To what?”

      “To you, cara,” he murmured.

      He clinked her glass and then drank deeply. She looked down at the glass and muttered, “Should I wonder if this is poisoned?”

      He gave a low laugh. “No poison, I promise.”

      “Then, what?” she whispered.

      Cesare’s dark eyebrow quirked. “How many times must I say it? I want to have dinner. And talk.” He picked up the menu. “What looks good?”

      “I’m not hungry.”

      “Not hungry? With a menu like this? There’s steak—lobster...”

      “Will you just stop torturing me with all this romantic nonsense and tell me why you’ve brought me here?”

      He tilted his head, looking at her across the table, before he gave a low laugh. “It’s the roses, isn’t it? Too much?”

      “I’m not one of your foolish little starlets getting tossed out after breakfast, sobbing to stay.” She narrowed her eyes. “You never try this hard. You never have to. So it must be leading up to something. Tell me what it is.”

      Cesare leaned forward across the candlelit table, his dark eyes intense. Her whole body was taut as she leaned toward him, straining to hear. He parted his sensual lips.

      “Later,” he whispered, then relaxed back in his chair as if he had not a care in the world. He took another sip of wine and looked out the huge wall of windows overlooking the lights of Paris, twinkling in the twilight.

      Emma glared in helpless fury. He clearly was determined to take his own sweet time, to make her squirm. Fine. Grabbing her glass, she took a big gulp of the wine. Since she’d moved to Paris, she’d grown to appreciate wine more. This was a red, full-bodied Merlot that was equal parts delicious and expensive. Setting down her glass, she looked around them.

      “This restaurant is kind of famous. It’s hard to even get reservations here. How on earth did you manage to get the whole place?”

      He gave a low laugh. “I pulled some strings.”

      “Strings?”

      “It wasn’t easy.”

      “For you,” she said darkly, “everything is easy.”

      “Not everything.” He looked at her across the table. His eyes seemed black as a midnight sea. Then he looked past her. Turning around, she saw the waiter approaching their table.

      “Monsieur?” the man asked respectfully. “May I take your order?”

      “Yes. To start, I’d like...” Cesare rattled off a list that included endives, foie gras, black truffle sauce, venison and some kind of strange rose-flavored gelatin. It all sounded very fancy to Emma, and not terribly appetizing.

      “And for madame?”

      Both men looked at her expectantly.

      Emma sighed. “I’m afraid I don’t much care for French food.”

      The waiter did a double take. So did Cesare. The scandalized looks on both male faces was almost funny. Emma stifled a laugh.

      “Of course you like French food,” Cesare said. “Everyone does. Even people who hate Paris love the food.”

      “I love Paris,” she said. “Just not the food.”

      “I can give madame some suggestions from the menu...” the waiter tried.

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