Reunited with Her Italian Ex. Lucy Gordon

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СКАЧАТЬ The spider’s name is Elroy Jenson.’

      It’s true, Natasha thought reluctantly. Jenson owned a huge media empire that until recently had provided her with a good living. But he’d taken a fancy to her and pursued her relentlessly, ignoring her pleas to be left alone. Finally he’d gone too far, forcing her to slap his face hard enough to make him yell. One of his employees had seen them and spread the story.

      ‘Everyone knows you made him look a fool,’ Helen said sympathetically. ‘So now he’s your enemy. It’s a pity about that quick temper of yours, Natasha. You had every right to be angry but...well...’

      ‘But I should have paused before I clobbered him. I should have been calm and controlled and thought about the future. Hah!’

      ‘Yes, I know it sounds ironic, but look at the price you’ve paid.’

      ‘Yes,’ Natasha said with a heavy sigh.

      As a freelance journalist her success had been dazzling. Magazines and newspapers clamoured for her sassy, insightful articles.

      Until now.

      ‘How can one man have so much power?’ she groaned.

      ‘Perhaps you need to go abroad for a while,’ Helen suggested. ‘Until Jenson forgets all about you.’

      ‘That would be difficult—’

      ‘It needn’t be. The agency found me a job in Italy, doing publicity. It would mean going out there for a while. I was about to call them and say they’d have to find someone else, but why don’t you go instead?’

      ‘But I can’t just... That’s a mad idea.’

      ‘Sometimes madness is the best way. It could be just what you need now.’

      ‘But I don’t speak Italian.’

      ‘You don’t have to. It’s an international thing, promoting the city all over the world.’

      ‘It’s not Venice, is it?’ Natasha asked, suddenly tense.

      ‘No, don’t worry. I know you wouldn’t want to go to Venice. It’s Verona, the city of Romeo and Juliet. Some of that story is real, and tourists love to see Juliet’s balcony and other places where different scenes are set. So a group of luxury hotel owners have clubbed together to create some publicity for the place. Of course, I know you’re not exactly a fan of romance—’

      ‘It doesn’t bother me,’ Natasha said quickly. ‘I’m not going into retreat just because one man— Well, anyway—’

      ‘Fine. So why don’t you take this job?’

      ‘But how can I? It’s yours.’

      ‘I really wish you would. I accepted it impulsively because I’d had a row with my boyfriend. I thought we were finished, but we’ve made up and it would really suit me if you went instead of me.’

      ‘But if they’re expecting you—’

      ‘I’ve been dealing with the agency. I’ll put you in touch with them and sing your praises. Natasha, you can’t let your life be ruled by a man you haven’t seen for two years. Especially when he was a cheating rogue. Your words, not mine.’

      ‘Yes,’ she murmured. ‘I said that. And I meant it.’

      ‘Then go. Put Mario behind you and put Elroy behind you, too. Seize your chance for a fresh start.’

      Natasha took a deep breath. ‘All right,’ she said. ‘I’ll do it.’

      ‘Fine. Now, let’s get started.’

      Helen logged on to her computer and contacted the agency. Moments later, Natasha was reading an email, written in efficient English, offering her the assignment and giving her instructions:

      You will be dealing with Giorgio Marcelli. The hotel owners employ him to handle publicity. He looks forward to welcoming you to Verona.

      ‘You see, it’s a no-brainer,’ Helen said. ‘I’ll leave you to have a think.’

      She departed.

      Left alone, Natasha stared out of the window, trying to decide what to do. Despite what Helen said, it wasn’t easy to make up her mind.

      ‘Not Venice,’ she had asserted and Helen had reassured her, because she knew that nothing would persuade Natasha ever to go back to that beautiful romantic city where her heart had been broken.

      Natasha thought back to herself as a very young woman, haunted by her mother’s warnings never to trust a man. She had pursued a successful career, devoting her time to her writing, avoiding emotional relationships. Of course she could flirt and enjoy male company. But never for very long. Eventually distrust would make her back away from any man who attracted her.

      She’d been glad of it, sure that caution would protect her from suffering her mother’s fate. On that she had been resolved.

      Until she’d met Mario.

      He had affected her as no other man ever had. Together they had walked the streets of Venice, drifting by the canals. In one tiny alley he’d drawn her into the shadows for their first kiss. Despite her attempts to obliterate the memory, it still lived in her now.

      Her whole body had responded to him, coming alive in ways she had never dreamed of before. She could sense the same in him, although every instinct told her that he was an experienced lover. Wherever they went, women had thrown admiring glances at him and regarded Natasha with envy. She’d guessed they were thinking how lucky she was to be sharing his bed. That day had never come, although several times Natasha had been on the verge of giving in to temptation.

      As the day of her departure neared, Mario had begged her to stay with him a little longer. Blissfully happy, she had agreed.

      Even now, two years later, remembering that happiness was the most painful thing of all, despite her frantic attempts to banish it from her memory, her heart, her life.

      She imagined his face when he’d returned to the table and found her gone.

      Vanished into thin air, she thought. As far as he’s concerned I no longer exist, and he no longer exists to me.

      In fact, the man she’d believed him to be had never existed. That was what she had to face.

      Bitterly, she replayed the scene. She’d been so sure that he was about to declare his feelings, but when he’d said, ‘There’s something I’ve been trying to tell you for days,’ he’d actually been planning to dump her.

      He’d probably spent the afternoon with Tania, perhaps in her bed.

       She thought he was being unfaithful to her with me. In fact he was being unfaithful to both of us. That’s the kind of man he is.

      After fleeing from Venice, Natasha had done everything she could to disappear for ever, changing her email address and phone number.

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