The Delicious De Campos. Дженнифер Хейворд

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      Riccardo was waiting for her in the small, private dining room when she came down. Magda had closed the doors to the terrace as the chill of the early May evening set in, and lit candles on the table in the warm dark-floored room with its elegant white wainscoting and glowing sconces. For a moment she stood standing in the entranceway, a sharp little pain tugging at her insides. She had been so desperate for her husband’s attention in the latter days of their marriage that all she had dreamed about was coming home to a meal like this with him.

      She took him in as he opened a bottle of wine, his muscular forearms flexing in the candlelight as he worked the cork out of the bottle. He hadn’t bothered to change, but had taken off his suit jacket and tie and rolled his shirtsleeves up. In charcoal-gray trousers and white shirt he looked better than any man had a right to look. They molded his leanly muscular body into a work of art. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip. Women actually stopped in the street to stare at her husband. He was just that good-looking. In the beginning she hadn’t minded, because she’d known she had him and they didn’t.

      In the end it had been crucifying.

      Her gaze slid up to his face. He was watching her, the bottle in his hands, his dark eyes seeming to reach inside of her and read her every emotion. She shifted her weight to the other foot and stood her ground. Six-foot-four and broad-shouldered, he made the room seem stiflingly small.

      He’d always been vastly intimidating. Except when he’d been naked beneath her. Those times she had been in control—her thighs straddling all that golden muscular flesh, his taut, powerful body beneath her tense, begging her for the release that had always bordered on the spiritual with them.

      A glint entered his dark eyes. Her lashes swept down over hers. What in God’s name was she doing?

      “Rule number two, cara,” he murmured. “No looking at me like that unless you intend to follow through with it.”

      Wildfire raced to her cheeks. Dammit. She walked jerkily across to him and took the glass of wine he’d poured.

      Magda came in with their salads, her round face beaming. “How nice to see the two of you sitting down to a meal together.”

      “Yes, what a novelty,” Lilly agreed. “I hardly remember how to converse.”

      Magda gave her a wary look, told them the casserole was in the oven and left.

      “You will curb your tongue when others are around,” Riccardo said curtly when the housekeeper was safely out of earshot. “Our deal depends on us being discreet.”

      “You liked it in the bedroom,” she taunted.

      “Right on the money, tesoro,” he agreed, showing his teeth. “Knock yourself out.”

      She shrugged. “Since we won’t be sharing a bedroom, I’ll pass.”

      He took a sip of his wine, then lowered the glass with a slow, deliberate movement. “Here I am, speaking your native language, and still you don’t get it.”

      “Get what?”

      “We need to make this authentic, Lilly. We will be sharing a bedroom.”

      Her stomach dissolved into a ball of nerves. There was absolutely no way, with all the rooms in this house, that she was sharing that bedroom with him.

      “Magda is completely trustworthy. There is no need to—”

      “This isn’t up for debate.” He leaned back against the sideboard and crossed his arms over his chest. “Eyes are everywhere. People traipse through this house on a daily basis.”

      Lilly gave him a desperate look. “But I—”

      “Rule number three.” He kept going like a train, steamrollering right over her. “You will accompany me to all the social engagements I’m committed to over the next six months, and if I need to travel you’ll do that too.”

      “I have patients who count on me, Riccardo. I can’t just pick up and travel at will.”

      He shrugged. “Then you work around it. Our first engagement, by the way, is Saturday. It’s a charitable thing for breast cancer.”

      She bit back the primal urge to scream that was surging against the back of her throat. She had a career, for God’s sake. Responsibilities. And no wardrobe for a charity event. She was at least ten pounds heavier than she’d been when she’d been with Riccardo. None of her gowns upstairs would fit, and nothing she’d been wearing in her low-key life since then would be appropriate.

      “Oh,” he added, almost as an afterthought. “It’s a fashion thing. They called today to ask if you’d model a gown when they heard our news.”

      She felt the blood drain from her face. “On a stage?”

      “That’s usually how they would do it, isn’t it?”

      The thought of modeling a gown in front of all those people with her new, curvier figure sent a sharp response tumbling out of her. “No.”

      He frowned. “What do you mean, no? It’s for a good cause.”

      “Then you get up there and do it.”

      His gaze darkened. “Are you going to fight me on everything?”

      “When you ask me to get up on a stage and parade myself around in front of a bunch of people when you know I hate that stuff, yes.”

      He tipped his head to one side. “You’re a beautiful woman, Lilly. I never understood why you were so insecure.”

      And he never would. He had no clue how deep her insecurities ran. The demons she’d finally put to rest. And that was the way she preferred to keep it. Weakness left you vulnerable. Exposed. Open for people to pick at and slowly destroy you.

      “I won’t do it.”

      “You will,” he returned grimly. “Ground rule number four. You will have no further contact with Harry Taylor.”

      The man she still hadn’t had the guts to call back yet. “I have to talk to him. He’s been trying to call me and he sounds—”

      “Trying?” He lifted a brow. “I see your old patterns of avoidance haven’t changed.”

      “Go to hell,” she muttered. “You sandbagged me with this last night. I need a chance to explain it to him.”

      “One conversation, Lilly. And if I find out you’ve seen him after that—if I find out you’ve even chatted with him in the hallway—our agreement will be null and void.”

      It was fine for him to cheat in the public eye but when it came to her the same rules didn’t apply!

      He flicked a hand at her. “It’s not like it should be a tough call, ending things. Or have you become such a tease you can kiss a man like you did me last night and still go back for more?”

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