A Night of Living Dangerously. Jennie Lucas

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      She laughed, but the sound was almost like a sob. “Everything has gone wrong today. I thought I might be happier if I lost some weight. I tried to go for a jog. Big mistake.” She looked down at her old running shoes, at her baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants. “My roommate thought I’d left for work. When I came back to the apartment I found her with my boyfriend. In bed.”

      Alessandro cupped her cheek. “I’m sorry.”

      Lilley looked up at him, shocked by his unexpected sympathy. Then her lips parted. Sparks spread from his touch, zinging from her earlobes to her scalp, down her neck and spine, causing heat to whirl like lightning across her skin. Her breasts felt strangely heavy, her nipples tightening beneath her workout bra.

      His eyes narrowed in surprise. “But you’re beautiful.”

      Beautiful? It was like a slap in the face. She ripped away. “Don’t.”

      He frowned. “Don’t what?”

      His cruelty took her breath away. She blinked fast, glaring up at him. “I know I’m not beautiful. And it’s fine. I know I’m not smart either, and I can live with that. But for you to stand there and taunt me like that …” She gripped her hands into fists. “It’s not just patronizing, it’s heartless!”

      Alessandro looked down at her gravely, not saying a word. And Lilley sucked in her breath, realizing she’d just told off her boss.

      She clasped her hands together. “I’m fired, right?” When he didn’t reply, a shudder of grief went through her. Her hands shook as she picked up a file from the floor and reached for the metal cart. “I’ll finish my work,” she said miserably, “then collect my things.”

      He grabbed her arm, stopping her. “So a compliment is a taunt?” Staring down at her, he shook his head. “You’re a strange girl, Lilley Smith.”

      The way Prince Alessandro was looking at her, for an instant she’d almost thought—but no. Strange was a code word for helpless failure. She said over the lump in her throat, “So my father has always told me.”

      “You’re not fired.”

      She looked up at him with the first glimmer of hope. “I’m not?”

      Leaning forward, he took the file from her hand and set it on top of the metal cart. “I have a different sort of penalty in mind.”

      “The guillotine?” she said weakly. “The electric chair?”

      “You’ll come with me to the ball tonight.”

      Her lips fell open. “W-what?”

      His dark eyes were as warm as molten chocolate and hot as embers of fire. “I want you to be my date.”

      Lilley stared at him, her eyes wide, her heart pounding. Had she fallen into some strange dream? Prince Alessandro could have the most beautiful women on earth—and he’d already had quite a few of them, according to the celebrity tabloids. Frowning, she turned around to make sure he wasn’t talking to some movie star or lingerie model behind her.

      “Well, cara?” he said huskily. “What do you say?”

      Lilley turned back. She felt dizzy from his attention, half-drunk beneath the intensity of his dark gaze. She said slowly, “I don’t understand.”

      “What’s to understand?”

      Lilley cleared her throat. “I don’t get the joke.”

      “I never joke.”

      “You don’t? Too bad. I joke all the time,” she said. “Usually by accident.”

      He didn’t even smile. He just looked down at her, his face unmovable and oh, so handsome.

      “You’re serious?”

      “Yes.”

      “But—it’s the Preziosi di Caetani ball,” she stammered. “The biggest charity event of the summer. The mayor will be there. The governor. The paparazzi.”

      “So?”

      “So you could have any woman you want.”

      “And I want you.”

      His four simple words made Lilley’s heart twist in her chest. She clasped her trembling hands together. “But you have a girlfriend. I’ve read—”

      His expression hardened. “No.”

      “But Olivia Bianchi—”

      “No,” he said tersely.

      Biting her lip, Lilley looked up at him. He wasn’t telling her the whole truth. And the waves of danger emanating off his body nearly scorched her. If he found out who Lilley really was, she would lose her job—or possibly get dragged into court on charges of corporate espionage. Every instinct of self-preservation told her one thing: Run.

      “Sorry,” she said. “No.”

      His eyes widened. She’d clearly shocked him. “Why?”

      She bit her lip. “My work—”

      “Give me a real reason,” he bit out.

      A real reason? How about the fact that she was the daughter of a man he hated, and the cousin of another man he hated even more? Or the biggest reason of all: his strength, power and masculine beauty terrified her, making her heart pound and her body break out in a hot sweat? No man had ever had this effect on her, ever, and she didn’t know what to do. Except run.

      “My boyfriend … my ex-boyfriend,” she stumbled, “will be at the ball tonight with my friend—Nadia. So you see I couldn’t possibly go.”

      “He’ll be at the ball?” Alessandro’s eyes sharpened. “Do I know him—this man who made you weep?”

      “He works in the Preziosi jewelry-design division.”

      His eyes gleamed. “All the more reason to go. When he sees you on my arm, he will remember your value and beg you to come back to him. You can accept his groveling or spurn him, as you choose. And the woman will suffer when she sees you as my date.”

      She stared up at him in amazement. “You don’t have self-esteem issues, do you?”

      He looked at her with an even gaze. “We both know it is true.”

      Lilley pressed her lips together, knowing he was right. If she went as his date, she would be the most envied woman in the city—possibly in all of California.

      The thought of Nadia and Jeremy groveling at her feet and begging for forgiveness was a delicious one. All the times Lilley had worked late, all the times she’d asked Nadia to please explain to Jeremy and entertain him, and they’d betrayed her. She had no friends in this city now. None.

      She lifted her eyes to Alessandro’s. “I’m not a very good dancer.”

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