Bound To A Billionaire. Michelle Smart

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      ‘An educated guess.’

      ‘But still a guess.’

      But she wasn’t saying anything Felipe hadn’t already thought. Whoever these men were, they’d had the opportunity to make a grab for her if it was indeed Francesca they wanted. These were cautious people he was dealing with, not hot-headed druggies. Stupid too. Parking just feet away from their Cessna and waiting for three hours without attempting to give themselves a cover story was the height of stupidity, and stupid people were the most dangerous.

      His gut agreed with Francesca that they were after the money.

      He could stay in his own suite in good conscience, content that she was safe in hers.

      But he couldn’t take the risk. Not with her. Just thinking it was enough for him to break out in a cold sweat.

      What if his gut instinct born from almost two decades of risk assessments in dangerous situations was wrong?

      This was why one didn’t mix business with pleasure, he thought grimly, storming into the bathroom to get his toiletries. It clouded judgement. It made one doubt oneself.

      Like it or not, his attraction to Francesca and the weight in his chest from being around her was accelerating. All his senses were attuned as if she were a magnet they were straining towards.

      It was a fight to contain it. To protect her effectively he needed his head clear, a task made harder by the way she kept looking at him. If he could tune her out he would be fine. But he already knew tuning Francesca Pellegrini out was near on impossible.

      One night alone in a suite with her he could handle. Any longer than that...

      ‘I’m taking you back to Pisa in the morning,’ he told her as he placed his toiletry bag with the rest of his kit, bracing himself for the furious protest that was bound to follow.

      ‘No way,’ she snapped, her nonchalance gone in an instant, just as he’d expected.

      ‘It’s too dangerous for you here. Pisa is safe. If I could take you back now I would but the quickest I can get a jet here is for early tomorrow morning and there’s no commercial flights leaving any sooner. We’ll leave first thing.’

      ‘I’m not abandoning the project. No way.’

      ‘You won’t be abandoning it.’ He would not allow her to set foot in that country again. ‘You’ve got the agreement for the sale and met with the government’s health representative. I’ll get the cash to the Governor. Everything else can be handled by Daniele—he’s the one who’ll be getting the hospital built.’

      ‘I’m going to the Governor’s party,’ she told him obstinately. ‘If I don’t attend he will see it as an insult and withdraw his permission and the hospital will never be built.’

      Felipe swore loudly.

      Damn it, she was right.

      He thought quickly. The party was four days away. Plenty of time to draw up effective plans to protect both Francesca and the money.

      ‘I’ll fly you back for the party,’ he said with a curt nod. ‘But we leave here first thing in the morning. You’ll be a sitting target if you stay. I’m taking you home where you’ll be safe and I will have no further argument about it. When I bring you back, you will have nothing to do with the handover of the money. You will do exactly as you’re told.’

      He zipped his kitbag with more force than necessary and waited for another onslaught.

      He knew he sounded like a tyrant but didn’t care. The cold fear he’d experienced when he’d recognised that car had been like nothing he’d ever felt before, not even when he’d realised too late he’d led his men into a trap.

      But no explosion came.

      When he next looked at her, Francesca’s legs were crossed, her fingers laced together, a thoughtful expression on her beautiful face as she studied him. Then her lips curved into a smile and she said, ‘Does this mean we get to share a nightcap now?’

       CHAPTER EIGHT

      ‘I’M HUNGRY.’

      A whole hour they’d been in her suite. A whole hour in which Felipe had ignored her existence, setting himself up with his laptop on the bureau in the corner.

      For her part, Francesca had sat herself on the huge bed and watched him as studiously as he’d ignored her.

      She could sense his awareness of her. It was in his every move, as strong as her awareness of him. The only difference was his resolve to pretend it didn’t exist. His ridiculous rule of no relations with the client meant he was determined to fight it.

      He regarded her as his responsibility and was doing everything in his power to keep her in the box he’d cast her in.

      Well, she was determined to do everything in her power to pull herself out of that same box.

      ‘I’m hungry,’ she repeated.

      He didn’t look up from his laptop. ‘You’re always hungry. Order room service.’

      ‘I had room service last night. It’s only seven o’clock. If I spend another evening stuck in here, I’ll get cabin fever. I’m going to get something to eat—are you coming with me?’

      Now his eyes darted to hers and narrowed.

      ‘I’ve agreed to go home in the morning,’ she said sweetly, ‘and I understand why you feel I need your full protection tonight. But I’m not going to be a prisoner in this suite. If you don’t want to eat with me, call one of your men stationed around the hotel to join me instead.’ She knew he would never go for that. She also knew that trying to draw him into conversation while in her suite would be akin to drawing blood from a stone. Without a laptop to hide behind he would be forced to talk to her.

      Fury mounted in his returning glare but Francesca kept her gaze steady.

      Then his glare turned into a look that could solidify gel. ‘We eat, we come back. No drinking and no dancing. Is that understood?’

      ‘Why don’t you write it on a piece of paper so I don’t forget? I’ll sign it for you if you like.’

      ‘Don’t tempt me,’ he growled.

      ‘I’m doing my very best there.’ She rose to her feet. ‘I’m going to take a shower and make myself look beautiful before we leave. Is that okay with you, my lord and master?’

      Certain he was cursing her in Spanish under his breath, Francesca sauntered to the bathroom.

      Felipe waited for the click of the bathroom door’s lock. When it didn’t come he swore again. She’d deliberately left it unlocked.

      He rubbed a knuckle to his forehead, trying not to think about what was going on behind the unlocked door.

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