Da Silva's Mistress. Tina Duncan

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      She didn’t say anything to that.

      He could imagine why.

      ‘Are you aware of that?’ he pressed.

      Her eyes remained steady on his but Luca sensed her sudden tension. ‘Yes. Joseph is married to your sister, Stefania.’

      Although he’d half expected it, her answer still disappointed him. For a second—just one—he’d hoped there had been some terrible misunderstanding. That maybe she hadn’t known Joseph was married. That perhaps Joseph had kept that information to himself.

      Instead he had confirmation of her culpability.

      Rather than re-igniting his anger, as it should have done, her response left him feeling strangely flat and out of sorts.

      Because he wanted to pursue her himself?

      The answer came quick as a flash: yes!

      Given the right circumstances, that was exactly what he would do.

      Only the right circumstances didn’t exist—and never would.

      He had to face the ugly truth.

      Morgan Marshall had known exactly what she was doing when she’d slept with Joseph. She hadn’t accidentally found herself in bed with a married man. She’d gone into the affair with her eyes open.

      Now she had to face the consequences.

      ‘Do you know why I brought you here?’ he asked softly.

      ‘No. I don’t.’ Eyes as dark as his own glinted with angry fire. She jerked her head to where Gino was standing squarely in the doorway behind her, barring any opportunity for her to escape. ‘This…this…gorilla wouldn’t tell me a damned thing. He barely speaks a word of English. Every time I asked him a question, he just grunted.’

      ‘Did he, now?’ Good on you, Gino, Luca thought, looking into Gino’s impassive face. He’d instructed his head of security to say as little as possible when he collected her, wanting his involvement to come as a surprise. Judging by the wary look on Morgan Marshall’s face he’d more than succeeded in that endeavour.

      ‘Yes. He did.’ She thrust her hands onto slender hips. ‘I told him it wasn’t convenient for me to come with him, but he ignored me. He marched me out to the car as if I was some kind of criminal.’

      ‘Did he hurt you?’ Luca felt compelled to ask. Although he detested Morgan Marshall for sleeping with Joseph—how could he not, when he’d experienced first-hand the pain and destruction caused by extramarital affairs?—he didn’t condone violence against women under any circumstances. If she’d been a man a good beating would be no more than she deserved. But then, if she’d been a man the situation wouldn’t have arisen in the first place!

      ‘No. But that’s not the point.’

      ‘Then what is?’

      She gave him a look down the chiselled length of her nose that suggested he was several brain cells short of the full quid. ‘The point is my being here is totally inconvenient. I have—had—a full schedule of appointments lined up for today. I had to ask my secretary to cancel them at the last moment.’

      Luca inclined his head. ‘That’s regrettable, but unavoidable.’

      ‘Is it? Maybe it’s time you told me what this is all about. And while you’re at it, why don’t you tell me where Joseph is? This is his office. You shouldn’t be in here without him.’

      Luca stared at her in amazement. She was like a miniature firecracker going off, eyes glittering, so much energy vibrating off her, he expected to see sparks fly from the ends of her hair at any moment.

       Would she be as passionate in bed?

      His eyes dropped to the thrusting swell of her breasts, clearly outlined beneath the black and white striped shirt she was wearing under her snappy black business suit.

      She would be dynamite in bed.

      How he knew that for certain he wasn’t sure, but know it he did.

      Heat drip-fed into his blood stream, warming him from the inside out. He imagined taking her right now. On the desk. Naked except for those sexy black boots wrapped tightly around his hips.

      His body surged on such a powerful wave of lust that Luca almost put thought into action. Instead, with a frown, he dragged his eyes back to her face, sucked in a lung full of much needed air and thrust the thought aside.

      Morgan Marshall was the last woman on earth he should be thinking about in that way.

      ‘I intend making a formal complaint,’ Morgan continued, eyes still blazing.

      ‘Do you, now?’ Luca drawled.

      ‘Yes, I do. Joseph will be very angry when he hears how you’ve treated me.’

      No doubt Joseph would be—if he ever found out about this meeting.

      Rising to his feet, Luca rounded the desk. ‘Leave us,’ he ordered Gino.

      Gino backed out of the room and closed the door behind him with a soft click.

      ‘Joseph isn’t going to hear about this meeting because you’re not going to tell him.’

      She blinked up at him. ‘Of course I’m going to tell him.’

      Luca took her arm and urged her across the room. ‘No, you’re not.’

      Her perfume, something soft and spicy with a hint of orange, closed around him.

      She licked her lips. ‘I’m…I’m not?’

      ‘No, you’re not.’ He eased her down onto one of two leather visitors’ chairs. Then, instead of resuming his own seat, he leant his hips against the edge of the desk. ‘Not if you know what’s good for you.’

      His words, accompanied by underlying steel, made her eyes widen. ‘What…what’s this all about?’

      He smiled his most charming smile and watched as she blinked under the impact. ‘Come on, Ms Marshall. You’re a bright young woman. Surely you must have some idea.’

      She stared up at him, her eyes deep, dark pools of confusion then angled her chin into the air. The gesture once again struck him as familiar. ‘No. I have no idea. Unless there’s a business matter you want to discuss with me.’

      His hands clenched. The only ‘business’ he wanted to discuss with her was the monkey business she’d been up to with Joseph!

      ‘Not as such, no. My business interests are extensive. I don’t have time to involve myself in the day-to-day running of my companies. I have competent managers to do that.’

      ‘Then what do you want to talk to me about?’ Morgan asked, in a voice that had the faintest tremor running through it.

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