It really puzzled her. And it was pointless trying to figure it out and tying her brain in knots she decided as she stepped out of the most welcome shower she'd ever taken in her life.
Wrapping herself in one of the huge fluffy bath sheets, a different thought struck her like a bolt of lightning and robbed her of the ability to breathe, to move.
When he'd started to make love to her it hadn't been because he believed she was his ex-lover as she'd thought. He'd known she wasn't! It was she, Milly, who'd turned him on! Her gaze met her reflection in one of the floor to ceiling mirrors and her heart jumped. Her eyes looked huge, sparkling and her mouth looked swollen, soft, as if she'd just been kissed to within an inch of her life.
Smothering an internal groan she turned away and began to towel dry her hair with startling vigour. She wasn't going to go there! It was a non-starter of a track ending nowhere! She would just enjoy feeling fresh and clean, her skin perfumed with the fragrant body lotion she had found and was using lavishly. She slipped on the pretty undies and the dream of a dress which fitted her to perfection and made her look cool classy and strangely elegant-a far cry from the way she'd presented herself in Jilly's cast-offs.
Locating a comb on the dressing table she ran it through her silky hair and was ready. Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the pair of oyster-coloured butter-soft leather kitten heels she'd selected and walked to the en suite bathroom door ready now to do her utmost to convince Cesare that Jilly wasn't a thief, that there must have been some terrible mistake. To beg him to try to trace her whereabouts because she was growing increasingly anxious for her vanished twin's well-being.
As she entered the bedroom Cesare appeared in the doorway that led to the sitting room.
He had shed his suit jacket and his silk tie and there was a tension about the broad shoulders beneath the fine white cotton of his shirt. After a timeless head to toe scrutiny his eyes held hers for what seemed to Milly like long breathless moments as if he could reach into her soul and read it.
And then he smiled. Slow and devastating. And commanded, his voice thick, score here.'
CHAPTER TEN
MILLY WENT LIKE a sleepwalker something in the depths of those fathomless dark eyes, something slow burning and impossible to resist was drawing her to him.
Her whole body unbearably sensitized, she stood before him, felt the heat of him, the firm caress of his hands as they settled on either side of her tiny waist.
Lush ebony lashes veiled the gleam in his eyes and his voice was a purr of masculine appreciation as he murmured ‘Bella, you understood my directions perfectly.' Then the line of his gorgeous mouth wry with a hint of amusement ‘Forgive me. Not one word of my native language must be spoken because you do not understand it! It was the first test I ran weeks ago, and it heightened the suspicions I was already having.'
Cesare's thumbs were rotating seductively against her ribcage, the wicked sensation making her breath tremble in her lungs, her breasts surge in urgent invitation for his touch against the confines of her pretty flower-sprigged bra. Her rosy flush had nothing to do with the humiliation of knowing that she hadn't fooled him for more than a handful of hours and everything to do with her fierce hunger for him.
His hands had worked their way upwards and tension held her very still. Burningly expectant. Another fraction of an inch and his seductive hands would be touching the underswell of her breasts.
Barely containable excitement rippled down the length of her narrow spine and heat pooled wildly between her thighs as she willed with everything she had for his hands to move that fraction higher.
Then his voice oddly hoarse he promised ‘I will teach you my language. It will be a pleasure for b0th of us.'
At mind-blowing speed Milly came crashing to her senses straight back down to earth.
What was he talking about? And what on earth did she think she was doing? Teach her his language? When? Did he expect her to stay on? As Filomena's companion even though that dear old lady would surely despise her for her deceit? Or because he fancied her as he had briefly fancied Jilly, so she would be handy whenever he got the impulse to invite her to share his bed? Pushing small hands against the hard breadth of his chest she swung away.
Wrapping her arms around her midriff to stop herself from trembling, she clenched her teeth and gritted, ‘We need to talk about my sister remember'?'
‘We do'?' He sounded lightly amused as he positioned himself to stand behind her, his hands on her shoulders fingers touching the bare flesh of her upper arms.
He touched his long sensual mouth to the pale hollow where her neck met her shoulder and she shuddered with forbidden delight and made herself resist the febrile temptation to turn, wrap her arms around his neck and beg for his kiss.
'You hurt her badly,' she pronounced baldly. She paced a step away from him away from the danger of him. 'That's my educated guess.'
‘TeII me about it.' He sounded genuinely perplexed. He was one class act Milly reminded herself he was a twenty-four carat womanizer. If she'd been weak enough to join in his no doubt standard seduction routine then by now he would have been undressing her and she would have been helping him, destination that handy big bed with no thought of future heartbreak, no thought except her consuming need for him .
Would it have given him a kick to notch up b0th twins? Would she have welcomed his love-making because she loved him? The thought appalled her made her speechless so that Cesare had to prompt 6So tell me about your educated guess.'
The arrival of room service gave her breathing space, allowing her to piece together her fragmented wits while the slim young waiter whisked the trolley through tall windows that led out to a balcony .
‘We can talk while we eat.' A hand in the small of her back propelled her over the sea of jade green and out on to the balcony that overlooked secluded gardens that gave up the heady perfume of jasmine into the dusky air.
Holding out a chair for her at the small round table he promised huskily, 'And after talking, who knows'?' Milly closed her ears to that! And shivered slightly despite the warmth of the evening air. At his invitation, she helped herself to a little of this, a little of that, of what exactly she couldn't have said because she was far too wound up to even think of eating.
A healthy gulp of the crisp, sparkling and delicious champagne gave her the impetus to state, stilly isn't a thief. My guess is she only disappeared because you'd hurt her so badly. The last time we heard from her was when she wrote and told us she was leaving her job as a receptionist-at least I think it was a receptionist, I don't remember exactly-at a high class nightclub here in Florence. She didn't say where she was going or what she'd be doing, only that she would soon be able to pay back every penny she owed our mother.'
She levelled an accusing glance at him and stabbed a prawn as if she were wishing she could stab the fork into him. 'she obviously believed everything was coming good. We had no idea she'd moved in with you, acting as your grandmother's companion. She must have met you before here in Florence I would imagine. You were lovers and I guess she believed you and she would be married.'
Another throat cooling draught of champagne, then 'When she realized that wasn't going to happen she left, broken-hearted.' She shot him a darkly glittering look. ‘I know she'd never been in love before. She'd had loads of boyfriends. They didn't seem able to resist her, from what she told us. But never anyone serious for her. Except you, apparently. And you only wanted one thing. And that was sex,' she spelled out with brutal frankness.
She set the glass down with a mini crash. 'There has to be some misunderstanding about the theft. And I want you to undo some of the damage and help me find her.' Her mouth wobbled. ‘I'm getting really worried about her. And she doesn't even knew-' the wobble got serious a-that Ma died .
' Cara. ' Cesare leaned across the table his eyes intent on her troubled features. ‘I hate to see you upset. We will find her I promise you. Already the search is well in hand.'
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sp; ‘It is'?' A slight frown appeared between her eyes.
‘But of course.' He leaned back again relaxed exuding male confidence.
‘But of course ' she parroted as the penny dropped with a decided clang, an edge of bitterness in her tone. 6Oh, silly me! You know, I only decided to step into Jilly's shoes to stop you hounding her, to give her time to get over the way you must have treated her let her get her act together so she'd be fit to speak in her own defence. But the moment you knew I wasn't who I was pretending to be the search was back on.'
Across the table the slight elevation of one ebony brow infuriated her. She shot to her feet. ''Take me back to the villa. It's getting late.' Her chin came up, her deep green eyes glinting with intent. ‘I will stay with Filomena until she's back to normal-provided she wants me to when she learns who I really am-and then I'm off and you can hire another companion.' It was the only way. She was really stupid and in grave danger of falling for a serial womanizer. Stay around him and she'd end up as broken-headed as her twin.
‘Nonna doesn't expect us to return tonight.'
The bald statement stopped her in her tracks. Oh, the rat! He had brought her here, had supplied her with a whole wardrobe of lovely new clothes, a fancy meal which she'd hardly touched, plied her with champagne, all with the intention of seducing her! Her face burned hot as a furnace.
He had stationed himself in the doorway to the interior of the suite, blocking her way. She faced him. 6 Is this your normal routine? Shower your prey with pretty gifts promise marriage and access to untold wealth then walk away when you get bored' She took a deep breath her tone as icy as she could make it. ‘Let me pass.'
Dusk was deepening to night but she could see the slight flare of his nostrils denoting anger.
Well tough. No man-especially a man as all-fired self confident and proud as Cesare Saracino-liked to have his faults rammed down his throat.
‘I don't need a routine and I don't recall asking you to marry me,' he sliced back at her. His hands shot out to fasten on her forearms. 'And there are a few things we ought to straighten out as it seems I'm to be cast as the bad guy,' he announced grimly.
‘First and foremost since it seems to be your priority, your twin was traced to a nightclub in this city. Where she worked as a so-called hostess not a receptionist-no mention of that dubious occupation was made in her CV. No one had heard from her since she left and the consensus was that no one cared. She was not well liked. Enquiries were made at the London store-supposedly the last full time job she held before she came to Italy-and again blanks were drawn. Her former colleagues hadn't cared enough about her to want to keep in touch. Since then the investigation has returned to Italy. I'm sorry,' he added more temperately as he felt the fight drain out of her. ‘Jilly may attract a certain type of man but among women she is far from Popular. '
Trying to get her head round what he was telling her that her dazzling, outgoing sister was actively disliked by her female colleagues, she failed to resist when Cesare slipped an arm around her waist and walked her back into the living room.
Settling her into one of the armchairs, he sat on the arm of the adjacent one, the light from the overhead chandelier burnishing his raven-dark hair throwing the sculpted bones of his spectacularly handsome face into hard masculine relief.
Milly averted her eyes. He was so beautiful so tempting. She hated what he was implying about her twin and yet she still wanted him and she had to find some way of defending Jilly, but ‘There can be no doubt about the signatures on the cheques she cashed ' Cesare said flatly. ‘A handwriting expert confirmed what I believed. They were forgeries.' Forcing himself to ignore the way her delicate skin lost all colour he stated 'And just for the record I was never her lover.'
At that Milly straightened her spine. 'You as good as admitted it,' she reminded him thickly. ‘Once, early on, I addressed you as Signor Saracino and you made some snide comment about my not being so formal when I came to your bed' Her eyes defied him but she felt sick inside. If he'd lied about that he could have been lying about everything else.
'True.' A strong hand cupped her chin forcing her to keep looking at him and his voice softened.
‘I will not repeat the crude words she used when she appeared uninvited and unclad in my bedroom.
That is what I was referring to when I still believed you were your twin. But I will tell you that I told her to get out of my sight in double quick time or she was out of a job-regardless of how Nonna had come to rely on her company. I was headily sick of her coming on to me. I was not and never could be interested. Soon after that no doubt realising she was on a loser she disappeared. And a few days later while doing Nonna's accounts I noticed a couple of large withdrawals to cash. The rest you know.'
Milly closed her eyes to hide the sudden sting of tears. Her emotions were all over the place. She had been fighting it but now she knew she had to believe him. He had no need to lie.
But Jilly-it hurt her immeasurably, but she had the horrible feeling that everything he'd said to her twin's detriment was no less than the truth.
Seeing her sister through unblinkered eyes, she had no option but to acknowledge that Jilly had taken their mother's nest-egg, her only safety net and had lost every penny and much more. Then those careless airy promises to pay it back something that had never even begun to materialize her thoughtlessness in rarely contacting them, as if they didn't matter, as if their having to live in a mean rented flat in severely reduced circumstances because they'd had to pay off the huge debts she'd incurred was nothing to do with her.
How she had always boasted that she could get any man she wanted. No problem.
But not this man! The words echoed through her mind like an anthem of thanksgiving. And this man was stroking away an escaping tear with the ball of his thumb and she was choking with emotions she couldn't put a name to but they were real and shatteringly strong.
‘I'm sorry to have upset you, cara. But for my own sake it had to be said.'
For his sake? Too fraught to resist or even think about doing so, Milly found him standing over her, drawing her to her feet into his gently enfolding arms.
She could have moved away if she'd wanted to. But she didn't. She felt safe.
'You've always hero-worshipped your sister ' Cesare guessed astutely, marvelling at his self-restraint in the way he was holding her when he ached to kiss every wonderful inch of her. But for her sake he knew he had to wait until she came to terms with her relationship problems with her sister.
'Yes I suppose I have.' She held her bright head back to meet the warm concern in his eyes, her own cloudy, he noted on a tide of protective warmth. 'she was always the stronger character.'
Bossy, he mentally translated.
'she looked out for me when we were growing up and told me to always go to her if there were problems with other kids-like bullying-and she'd sort it.'
Thereby ensuring she was the dominant one making sure she stayed that way, he assessed pretty sure that the selfish Jilly wouldn't do anything without an ulterior motive, his hands taking on a will of their own and softly caressing her slim back.
'She could stand up to Dad,' Milly remembered quietly. ‘He was a bit of a control freak and she couldn't always get her own way with him. But she could with Ma-she could twist her round her little finger.' Much to their mother's financial impoverishment she thought with a stab of anger as she remembered the way they'd had to scratch and scrape to pay the rent and buy food.
Then, as if to make up for the ferocity of that thought, she confided shakily, 'When you appeared threatening prosecution I had to go ahead with-' her voice faltered, then gathered strength ‘I had to do what I could to help her. We are twins and believe me whatever her faults there's a very strong
' A bond that went one way only’, Cesare amended savagely, but held his tongue, promising instead, 'When she's found, and she will be, I won't drag her through the courts, if it will please you. But I will give her such a fright that n
ever again will she be tempted to develop sticky fingers.'
Milly closed her eyes on a rush of relief. She trusted him to keep his word. Jilly might be careless with other people's money, careless when it came to keeping in touch with her family, dishonest-but maybe she'd been really desperate. It didn't excuse what she'd done-but she was her sister and she still couldn't bear to think of her having to face a prison sentence.
She felt the warm brush of his lips on first one eyelid and then the other and she whimpered low in her throat in weakening response and dragged in a jerk of breath as he told her, ‘I had those clothes delivered because I knew you weren't comfortable in the sort of gear your sister wore. And I didn't bring you here to seduce you, though I do admit to being very tempted.'
Her eyes flew open at that admission and locked on to the undisguised hot desire in his. She was shaken to the core as she realized that only this man had ever could ever awaken such a hunger in her that she would be trembling on the brink of taking everything he could offer, giving back everything she was and to hell with the consequences.
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