Rumours: The One-Night Heirs: The Innocent's Secret Baby (Billionaires & One-Night Heirs) / Bound by the Sultan's Baby (Billionaires & One-Night Heirs) / Sicilian's Baby of Shame (Billionaires & One-Night Heirs). Carol Marinelli

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СКАЧАТЬ Raul had been in a suit and clean-shaven.

      A mystery.

      Now he lay in bed with his hands behind his head, thinking. She knew, because she had lain beside him all night, that he was naked save the sheet that barely covered him. He was unshaven and his eyes seemed heavy from sleep as he turned and looked at her.

      And the more that she knew, the more of a mystery he was.

      This was regret, Lydia thought.

      That he could so easily let her go.

      And how did she walk away? Lydia wondered.

      How did she go over and kiss that sulky mouth and say goodbye when really she wanted to climb back into bed?

      How did she accept that she would never know how it felt to be made love to by him?

      But rather than reveal her thoughts she flicked that internal default switch which had been permanently set to ‘polite’.

      ‘Thank you so much for last night.’

      ‘I haven’t finished being your tour guide yet.’

      He stretched out his arm and held out his hand, but Lydia didn’t go over. She did not want to let in hope, so she just stood there as Raul spoke.

      ‘It would be remiss of me to let you go home without seeing Venice as it should be seen.’

      ‘Venice?’

      Oh, she repeated his offer only because she was mystified. She’d been preparing to leave with her head held high, but then, when she had least expected it, he’d offered more.

      So much more.

      ‘I like to call it by its other name—La Serenissima,’ Raul said. ‘It means the Most Serene.’

      ‘That’s not how I remember my time there.’

      ‘Then you have a chance to change that. I’m heading there today. Why don’t you come with me? Fly out of Marco Polo tomorrow instead.’

      There was another night between now and then, and Lydia knew that even while he offered her an extension he made it clear there was a cut-off.

      Time added on for good behaviour.

      And Raul’s version of ‘good behaviour’ was that there would be no tears or drama as she walked away. Lydia knew that. If she were to accept his offer, then she had to remember that.

      ‘I’d like that.’ The calm of her voice belied the trembling she felt inside. ‘It sounds wonderful.’

      ‘Only if you’re sure,’ Raul added.

      ‘Of course.’

      But how could she be sure of anything now she had set foot in Raul’s world?

      He made her dizzy.

      Disorientated.

      Not just her head, but every cell in her body seemed to be spinning as he hauled himself from the bed and unlike Lydia, with her sheet-covered dash to the bathroom, his body was hers to view.

      And that blasted default switch was stuck, because Lydia did the right thing and averted her eyes.

      Yet he didn’t walk past. Instead Raul walked right over to her and stood in front of her.

      She could feel the heat—not just from his naked body but her own—and it felt as if her dress might disintegrate.

      He put his fingers on her chin, tilted her head so that she met his eyes, and it killed that he did not kiss her, nor drag her back to his bed. Instead he checked again. ‘Are you sure?’

      ‘Of course,’ Lydia said, and tried to make light of it. ‘I never say no to a free trip.’

      It was a joke—a teeny reference to the very reason she was here in Rome—but it put her in an unflattering light. She was about to correct herself, to say that it hadn’t come out as she had meant, but then she saw his slight smile and it spelt approval.

      A gold-digger he could handle, Lydia realised.

      Her emerging feelings for him—perhaps not.

      At every turn her world changed, and she fought for a semblance of control. Fought to convince not just Raul but herself that she could handle this.

      They were driven right up to his jet, and his pilot and crew were waiting on the runway to greet them.

      ‘Do you always have a jet on standby?’ Lydia asked.

      ‘Always.’

      ‘What’s wrong with first class?’ Lydia asked, refusing to appear too impressed.

      ‘When children are banned from first class, then I’ll consider commercial flights.’

      He wouldn’t!

      Raul liked his privacy, as well as his own staff.

      Inside the plane was just as luxurious as the hotel they had come from, and very soon there was take-off and she looked out of the window and watched Rome disappear beneath them.

      Lydia felt free.

      Excited, nervous, but finally free.

      ‘I travel a lot.’ Raul explained the real reason for his plane. ‘And, as you saw this morning, my schedule is prone to change. Having my own jet shaves hours off my working week.’

      ‘How did you do all this?’ Lydia asked.

      ‘I received an inheritance when my mother died.’

      ‘Your family was rich?’

      ‘No.’

      He thought back to Casta. They had been comfortable financially, compared to some, but it had been dirty money and always quickly spent.

      Neither the Di Savo nor the Conti wineries had ever really taken off.

      And then he thought of him and Bastiano, drinking the wine together and laughing at how disgusting it tasted.

      They had been such good friends.

      In the anger and hate that had fuelled him for years, Raul had forgotten that part.

      It would serve him better not to remember it now.

      Bastiano was the enemy, and he reminded himself of that when he spoke next.

      ‘My mother had some money from her brother. She left half to her lover and half to me. It was enough for me to buy the flat I was renting. Then I took out a mortgage on one across the floor and rented СКАЧАТЬ