A Legacy of Secrets. Carol Marinelli

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СКАЧАТЬ took a croissant from the plate and peeled a piece off and then popped it in her mouth, aware that he was closely watching.

      ‘I thought you were about to feed me.’

      She was glad to see the slight return to his humour.

      ‘Not a chance.’ She gave him a weak smile as he checked his phone. ‘Any messages?’

      ‘Nothing.’

      She could see the worry in the set of his lips. ‘I didn’t realise you and Alessandro were so close.’

      ‘We’re brothers,’ Santo said, as if that explained everything. ‘Do you have a brother or sister?’

      ‘Nope—just me.’ He noticed the slight strain to her voice, and he should have left it, really, except he did not.

      ‘You hardly ever speak of your family.’

      ‘Because we hardly ever speak.’

      ‘How come?’ Santo asked, but Ella shook her head. She just wasn’t going to go there with him. It was time she left the room now and so once he’d eaten a croissant and drained his coffee she took the tray and stood.

      ‘Is there anything else I can do for you?’

      ‘You know there is.’

      Yes, his humour was back!

      ‘Get some sleep,’ Ella said and turned off the hotel phone by his bedside. Then she headed over and drew the drapes, more than a little aware that Santo was watching her. She was just too aware of him too much of the time. As she glanced down she could see the press outside the hotel, still hovering, and she knew that this wasn’t going to go away any time soon.

      ‘Okay.’ She walked back over to the bed. ‘I’ll leave you till about two.’

      ‘You’re staying?’

      ‘I’ll do some work in the lounge.’

      ‘Come in and check my pulse.’

      ‘No, but I will answer your phone. Is there any comment you want me to give?’

      ‘I’ll deal with all of that.’

      As she went to take his phone from the bedside he stopped her, his hand closing over hers. ‘No.’

      ‘I’ll deal with the calls,’ Ella said. ‘Santo, that’s what you pay me for. If it’s Alessandro I’ll bring the phone straight through to you.’ She was terribly aware of his hand over hers, and more so when still it remained. She should simply have lifted her hand and walked out the room, as she would have on any other day, except she didn’t and neither did she resist when he pulled her back to sit on the bed. With the curtains drawn it was unlike before—dark and more intimate and too much for her racing heart.

      ‘Do you have to leave?’

      ‘Santo, please…’ Ella really didn’t want to talk about it now. ‘I have to think about my career. Can we…?’

      ‘I meant, do you have to leave the room?’

      ‘You didn’t mean that.’ Ella blushed as he smiled. Usually she rebuffed any flirting easily. It was just a little harder to do this morning and not just because they were on a bed in a very dark room, more because she felt as if she had glimpsed today the real Santo, the one behind the very expensive but very shallow facade.

      ‘I would miss you.’

      ‘For a little while.’ Ella smiled.

      ‘There could be advantages though….’ As he spoke, Ella’s heart thumped in her chest, knew what he was leading up to. ‘Remember how you told me you would never get involved with someone you work with?’

      ‘I do.’

      Her second day at work, they had gone for dinner after, had sat side by side and pored through his diary, Ella taking notes, trying to be efficient but terribly aware of his beauty and trying to ignore it, just trying to work, when his hand had reached for her face.

      She’d tried to emulate the hairdresser, had done everything they had said, except her curls hadn’t been quite so glossy and kept escaping the hair tie. She’d felt his hand move to her cheek, his fingers capturing a lock of her hair.

      ‘Don’t.’

      Refreshingly he hadn’t made an excuse and neither had he apologised as he dropped contact. Instead he’d asked a question. ‘Why?’ His eyes had frowned a little, a curious smile on his lips at her response. No doubt it was one he wasn’t used to.

      ‘I don’t have to give an answer to that.’ Ella had more than met his eyes. ‘But if you try anything like that again, you’ll have my notice with immediate effect.’

      How she rued those words now.

      ‘We have a problem,’ Santo said and she looked at him. Though it was terribly hard to think of Santo and morals at the same time, Ella realised, he did actually have some. For apart from a few stunning suggestions, apart from the odd gentle flirt, not once since that day had he put so much as a finger wrong.

      She just wanted him to put that finger wrong now.

      And he did.

      Just one finger dusted her forearm and Santo waited for her hand to halt his, gave her every opportunity to stand, to change her mind. She’d been very clear as to her boundaries, but his breath stilled as he felt them tumble down.

      Hell had been the night, and the morning pure misery, but now…He felt the tiny hairs on her arm rise beneath the pads of his fingers and the constant shiver between them deepen as her silence let him go on.

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