Italian Billionaire’s Unexpected Lover
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Italian Billionaire’s Unexpected Lover
The Romano Brothers Series Book Two
Leslie North
Contents
The Romano Brothers Series
Copyright
Italian Billionaire’s Unexpected Lover
Blurb
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About Leslie
1. Luciana
2. Gianpierre
3. Gianpierre
4. Gianpierre
5. Luciana
6. Gianpierre
7. Gianpierre
8. Luciana
9. Gianpierre
10. Luciana
11. Gianpierre
12. Luciana
13. Gianpierre
14. Luciana
15. Gianpierre
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Italian Billionaire’s Determined Lover
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.
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Blurb
Gianpierre Romano is being dragged back to Italy by the one thing he can’t escape: family. The Romano fortune and name has followed him wherever he goes—but that only made the headstrong Italian more determined to strike out on his own. Now, he’s on the cusp of achieving international fame for an architectural project in the middle east when he’s roped into reconstructing the foundation of his family’s resort. It’s a project that Gianpierre has the passion for, but not the time—not if he wants to make it to Dubai for the start date of his dream project. That is until he’s paired with a pretty project manager who makes him want to get passionate about more than just medieval foundations.
Luciana Vivaldi rushed to Italy to care for her niece after the death of her sister, and then fell in love with the culture and people. Beautiful and whip smart, she’s been recruited to keep the Romano Resort’s hunky structural engineer focused and to take him to task if he doesn’t follow his own directives. She’s got a passion for organizing and no time for romance—that is until a kiss following a falling foundation has her doing the one thing she can’t afford: falling for her boss.
Gianpierre and Luciana don’t have time for distractions, but when a twist of fate—and a brisk housing market—leave them living together, their excuses for staying apart fall as fast as the foundation. The spark they have is more blinding than a Sicilian sunset, but when emotions run deep and careers are on the line will playing house be the foundation for a lifelong love? Or will it all fall like a house of cards?
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1
Luciana
“No, no, no,” Luciana Vivaldi murmured as she took in the text message on her phone.
Daycare: Natalia had another nightmare during nap time. And a parent reported their child cried last night, afraid to go to bed. Please come right away to meet with the director.
“Noooo,” Luciana whispered to the sky as she squeezed her eyes shut and held the phone against her chest. The message had been code for, “Get a new daycare.” It would be the third daycare her niece had been asked to leave in less than a month, and it meant begging off a job Luciana had only just started in order to leave early. She didn’t know how she would manage it.
“Luciana!” a man’s voice called, tearing her attention away from the message. It was the voice of her new boss, Gianpierre, one of the three Romano brothers who had inherited the broken-down Romano del Mare resort. He was a world-renowned structural engineer specializing in the restoration of medieval structures like this one.
For the millionth time since she’d come to Sicily a month and a half ago, Luciana wished she could ask her sister—Natalia’s mother, Sophia—how to take care of her new young charge while also holding down a job, but unless she was willing to suspend all the beliefs of her Catholic upbringing and hold a séance, that wasn’t going to happen. Her sister was gone. Natalia’s mother was gone.
In a heartbreaking instant, Luciana had gone from the distant aunt and godmother to brand-new mother of a five year old little girl. It was a role she had not been ready to take on, but who ever was?
“Will the bricks be delivered on time, Luciana?” Gianpierre demanded, his impatience showing itself more than usual today. Wearing a sleeveless white cotton tee above jeans that had given up the fight to hold their own form and instead showed off every curve of Gianpierre’s muscular body, the man stood with his powerful arm propped on top of a shovel’s upright handle. Worn and weathered boots that probably still carried the dust of Prague, Austria and Romania clad his feet, and the gloves he wore on his hands were sure to have worked to restore medieval buildings in more countries than Luciana had ever visited.
He has to have competed, Luciana thought to herself as she did her best to ignore Gianpierre’s stage-ready, weight-lifter body. She was long legged and slender, but being around Gianpierre made her feel soft and flabby. She enjoyed a long jog infinitely more than lifting anything heavier than a bag of sugar—and she did love sugar. She suspected that Gianpierre had never let a morsel of the sweet stuff pass those beautiful, kissable lips of his to mar the perfect temple of his body.
“Uh,” Luciana said, tucking her phone into the pocket of her khakis before fumbling with her tablet to check the schedule of deliveries. She’d been distracted today. Adding to the issue of finding Natalia a new daycare was the fact that she’d missed another house showing and had had to reschedule for a second time, and all the while little Natalia’s nightmares were getting worse. The little girl needed a new space where she could focus on the joy of making new memories rather than the pain of old memories that held her trapped in a constant state of mourning.
“Luciana,” Gianpierre chided in a way that made her name sound like music on his lips, “we need those bricks. I need those bricks. They can�
�t come from just anywhere. They have to match perfectly. Buildings like this cannot be restored with the materials of today. They need to be created with the same processes in order to have the same look… the same texture.”
“Yes, sir,” Luciana said, walking toward him with her head down as she flipped through the screens of her tablet to find the information she needed. She’d only had this job for two weeks. Gianpierre’s previous Project Manager had quit to manage celebrity parties. It had left Gianpierre in the lurch, but it had been the perfect opportunity for Luciana. She needed this job. Really needed it. Burying her sister had been expensive, and raising her sister’s daughter was proving to be even more expensive.
“Ahhh,” Luciana said, walking with her nose still down and her eyes focused on her tablet.
“Luciana…”
“They will be here the day after tomorrow.”
“Luciana…”
“They need an additional day to cure.”
“Luciana!”
Luciana stopped in her tracks to find Gianpierre standing right in front of her with his work-roughened hand on her bare arm. He’d taken off his gloves and the heat of his skin on hers made her heart quicken. Then, when she looked up into his ice-blue eyes that were made more startling for being framed by his sun tanned skin, her breath moved high into her chest as if to swell her heart with longing. The change made her breasts rise and fall as if in invitation for him to look at them.
Gianpierre’s gaze flicked down for just a second, but a second was all it took. Luciana’s cheeks flooded with heat and her nipples tightened. The effect that Gianpierre had on her was like pouring water onto a gas flame. His presence amplified her every sensation to explosive levels that she struggled to contain.
I shouldn’t feel this way. Sophia’s dead. Life isn’t about my wants anymore. She had her niece to think about now. She couldn’t jeopardize her job by getting involved with her boss, no matter how much she craved him.
Guilt sat heavy in Luciana’s heart that she was alive and her sister wasn’t—even though it had meant the end of Luciana’s life as well, or rather life as she had known it. In a literal heartbeat, she’d gone from being a visitor of Sicily to a new resident. She’d quit her job in America by email and had put her house on the market. A neighbor shipped some of her belongings to her, then sold the rest and sent her the money. That money plus her small savings had come in handy to tide her and Natalia over, but it was running out fast. Too fast.
“Luciana, walk with your eyes as well as your feet,” Gianpierre gently chided as he guided her to step a little to the side. She’d been about to walk into the yellow hazard tape that encircled a sunken section of the Romano del Mare’s inner courtyard. The spot was three feet across and about six inches deep. It wasn’t very impressive to look at, but it spoke volumes about the state of the tunnels beneath the medieval monastery-turned-resort. There were miles of tunnels under there and some of them had not seen a stonemason’s chisel since the days of their construction over 870 years ago.
Luciana fumbled. “Sorry, sir. Thank you, sir.”
“What is this ‘sir’?” The big man’s stern expression transformed into a bright smile. “You Americans, so formal. Call me Gianpierre.”
As one of three sons of the Romano family, inheritor of the Romano billions, and equal owner of the now defunct Romano del Mare resort, Gianpierre didn’t make Luciana nervous.
He terrified her.
She’d fudged her curriculum vitae—the European version of a resume—more than a little bit to appear more qualified for the job. Back in the US, she’d been the lead buyer for a large construction company. She’d overseen the material timeline and the needs of dozens of simultaneous construction projects. She had not considered that operating as the Project Manager on one single project would be very challenging, but it was. She was in a new area of the world, dealing with language and cultural barriers and specialty materials that were designed to match those made nearly a thousand years ago. It was hard, yet the hardest thing for Luciana at the moment was not stretching up on her tippy toes and leaning in to kiss Gianpierre’s luscious lips.
Why do I want him? she lamented. Her life was upside down, yet all she could think about every time she got near Gianpierre was how good he smelled. She wanted to lose herself in him. She wanted to forget how hard life was now that… everything had changed.
“Sorry, s—” She took a breath. “… Gianpierre.” She’d meant to say his name as a correction to almost having called him sir again, but it came out like a whisper in the dark between lovers. The heat in her cheeks deepened, and Luciana looked away and then stepped away, putting distance between them.
“Mmm,” Gianpierre said, turning his back on her without seeming to notice her reaction to him. He returned to where he had been originally standing, next to another section that had been taped off with hazard tape. “Look here. The stone that we get will need to be weathered or it will not blend in with the surrounding cobbles for at least a century.”
“Would you like me to obtain a report of the stone’s history, s—?” She cut herself off and did not try to correct herself this time.
“No,” he said, waving a hand in sharp dismissal. “It will work or it won’t. We will know when the shipment comes.”
With her attention back on her tablet, Luciana stepped forward… and the ground beneath her moved.
The world slipped, and Luciana fell through.
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Gianpierre
Gianpierre heard Luciana’s scream, and his head whipped around. The heavy, carved stone bricks beneath her feet had given way to a cave-in within the tunnels below, and she was falling. She could be crushed and killed if she reached the bottom before the heavy stones. And, if she reached the bottom after them, she could easily fall upon the rubble and break her back or crack her head.
Gianpierre released the trowel in his hand and let it fall forgotten to the ground as he lunged for Luciana. He dove low and caught her around her ribs as she fell through the earth, then he rolled with her. The motion pulled her out of the hole mid-fall and moved them both away from the crumbling surface.
He’d done what he’d had to do to save her life, but what he no longer had to do was hold her as he was. Her long body was under him and he encased her in his arms, sheltering her with his head and shoulders, as if to protect her from a falling sky.
“Se ti fosse successo qualcosa…” The words—if something had happened to you—tumbled off Gianpierre’s tongue, but he was sure that the American beauty in his arms didn’t comprehend. She had only worked for him a couple of weeks, but he could tell already that it had been two weeks too long. He had to get rid of her. She’d been nothing but a distraction since the day she’d started.
As gently as Gianpierre could, he brushed Luciana’s silky brown hair from her forehead and said, “Sei licenziato,” before repeating in English, “You’re fired.”
Luciana’s eyes went as wide and as round as saucers before her pianist hands pushed hard against his chest in an attempt to throw him off.
“No no no no no! I need this job!” She got to her feet and gave no indication that she had noticed the huge tear down one leg of her khakis or the way her usually loose top was twisted and pulled tight to show off her normally camouflaged curves.
Luciana was stunning. She was a beauty that could grace the cover of any Italian magazine, and it had been a daily struggle for Gianpierre to stay focused on his work instead of her intoxicating presence.
He wasn’t the one who had hired her. He wouldn’t have hired her. That had been done by his departing Project Manager before he’d left. No, Luciana was a distraction Gianpierre didn’t need. He was racing the clock on a career-defining opportunity that could have him gracing the cover of Architectural Digest. He didn’t care if his decision to fire her was sexist. He couldn’t have her here messing with his head, and he couldn’t have her getting hurt. He wouldn’t risk it. He would shut the whole oper
ation down before he allowed it.
“Sir! Gianpierre, I need this job!” Luciana said as she held him in place by wrapping her delicate hands around his bicep. Her touch was light, yet she held him captive. “I didn’t do anything wrong. It was the ground. I wasn’t in the taped off area. It wasn’t my fault! Sir! My sister… my niece.”
Gianpierre wanted to shrug himself free of her grip. He wanted to turn his back on her and wave her off as he walked away, but he didn’t. “Then go home to your sister. Go home to your niece.”
Luciana’s expression transformed into stunned shock. She looked as though he had physically struck her and her grip fell away, leaving him to instantly miss her touch.
The murmur of his other workers and their awkward looks and shuffling had Gianpierre throwing his arms down as he exclaimed, “What?” His attention refocused on Luciana, and what he saw stopped him cold. Her once clear eyes had turned bloodshot though no tears were pooling. “What?” Gianpierre asked again, this time with a gentle voice and a fearful heart.