The Innocent's Secret Baby. Carol Marinelli

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СКАЧАТЬ had all been fair-weather ones had also hurt Lydia to the core. And so she held back—from family, from friends and, yes, from men.

      She was guarded, and possibly the assumption made by others that she was cold was a correct one.

      But not now—not this morning.

      She felt as if she had been scalded, as if every nerve was heated and raw, and all he had done was buy her breakfast.

      She sat alone at the table. There was nothing to indicate romance—no candles or champagne—and no favourable dusk to soften the view. Just the brightness of morning.

      There had been no romance.

      Raul had offered her one night and a present the following morning. She should have damn well slapped him for the insult!

      Yet he’d left her on a slightly giddy high that she couldn’t quite come down from.

      * * *

      Sightseeing as such didn’t happen.

      When she should have been sorting out what to do about tonight she wandered around, thinking about this morning.

      But finally she shopped, and accepted the assistant’s advice, and stood in the changing room with various options.

      The black did not match her mood.

      The caramel felt rather safe.

      But as for the red!

      The rich fabric caressed her skin and gave curves where she had few. It was ruched across her stomach and her hand went to smooth it before she realised that was the desired effect—it drew the eye lower.

      Lydia slipped on the heels that stood in the corner and looked at her reflection from behind. And then she looked from the front.

      She felt sexy, and for the first time beautiful and just a touch wild as she lifted her hair and imagined it piled up in curls. And his reaction.

      It wasn’t Bastiano’s reaction she was envisaging—it was the reaction of the man who had invited her out this evening.

      Only that wasn’t quite right.

      He hadn’t asked her out on a date.

      Raul had invited her to a night in his bed.

      ‘Bellisima...’

      Lydia spun around as the assistant came in, and her cheeks matched the fabric as if she had been caught stealing.

      ‘That dress is perfect on you...’ the assistant said.

      ‘Well, I prefer this one.’

      She could see the assistant’s confusion as she plucked the closest dress to hand and passed it to her.

      Caramel—or rather a dark shade of beige.

      Safe.

      * * *

      Bastiano was not a safe option.

      Raul knew that as fact.

      ‘I trust you were comfortable last night?’ Sultan Alim asked when they met.

      Raul had met the Sultan once before, but that had been in the Middle East and then Alim had been dressed in traditional robes. Today he wore a deep navy suit.

      ‘Extremely comfortable,’ Raul agreed. ‘Your staff are excellent.’

      ‘We have a rigorous recruiting process for all levels.’ Alim nodded. ‘Few make it through the interviews, and not many past the three-month trial. We retain only the best.’

      Raul had seen that for himself.

      Alim was unhurried as he took Raul behind the scenes of his iconic hotel. ‘I have had four serious expressions of interest,’ Alim went on to explain. ‘Two I know have the means—one I doubt. The other...’ He held his hand flat and waved it to indicate he was uncertain.

      ‘So I have one definite rival?’ Raul said, and watched as Alim gave a conceding smile.

      Both knew Raul was a serious contender.

      He didn’t have to try hard to guess who the other was—not that Alim let on.

      Raul had done his homework, and he knew that Alim was not just an astute businessman but very discreet in all his dealings.

      He would have to be.

      Allegra, Raul’s long-suffering PA, had found out all she could on him.

      Sultan Alim was a playboy, and his palace’s PR must be on overtime to keep his decadent ways out of the press.

      Alim kissed but never told, and in return the silence of his aggrieved lovers was paid for in diamonds.

      And in business he played his cards close to his chest.

      The latter Raul could attest to, for Alim did not bend to any of Raul’s mercurial ways.

      By the end of a very long day Raul was still no closer to finding out the real reason for the sale.

      Alim had dismissed his team and was taking Raul for one final look around.

      ‘I haven’t seen Bastiano,’ Raul commented as the elevator arrived to take them down to the function rooms. When Alim did not respond, Raul pushed. ‘I see that his guests are already here.’

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