by Day Leclaire
Little by little over the past decade, under Sev’s brilliant direction, Dantes had made an impressive resurrection and now stood on the verge of regaining their place as the premier jewelers, worldwide. At least they would if they recovered the European trade they’d lost. And Marco planned to make certain that happened.
It was imperative to their success that they return the Romanos to the fold, something he’d worked tirelessly on for the past year. And it was all due to a single ancient expression, one that had floated around the most elite circles for countless generations—Where the Romanos lead, Europe follows. The Romanos were considered Italian royalty and Marco intended to have Europe follow Vittorio and Ariana straight to Dantes’ front door. And now that possibility hovered within reach.
The Romanos craved the glorious designs Dantes offered, designs that featured only the finest stones available, including the fire diamonds found nowhere else in the world other than in one of Dantes’ display cases. But the Romanos wanted them without any unsavory scandal attached. Thanks to the type of gossip The Snitch dished on a weekly basis—as well as their current focus on the four Dante brothers—Marco had reached an impasse with Vittorio Romano.
It was an impasse Marco planned to overcome, no matter what it took. He clapped Vittorio on the shoulder. “Consider it done. We’ll deal with The Snitch, after which we look forward to providing for your every need.” He held out his hand. “Thank you for coming all the way to San Francisco. I’m sorry Ariana didn’t accompany you on this trip. My family would have enjoyed meeting her.”
Vittorio grinned. “She is lovely, my Ariana, is she not?” He returned Marco’s handshake. “Next time I am in San Francisco I will insist she come with me.”
“We’ll make it a family affair.”
“Eccellente. I look forward to it. I understand Severo just became engaged to that new designer you recently acquired. Francesca Sommers? Please offer the couple my warmest congratulations.”
With that, Vittorio walked briskly toward the huge etched glass doors that graced the entryway of the Dantes San Francisco offices, and held one open for a woman entering the building. He offered her a courtly nod and a smile of pure masculine appreciation, before exiting. Not that Marco noticed Vittorio’s departure. The instant he set eyes on the woman, he paused, riveted. Every thought vanished from his head, replaced by a whispered demand unlike any he’d ever experienced before.
Take this woman. Possess her. Make her yours.
Without hesitation, he approached, compelled to obey. She stood in the three-story entryway, absorbing the elegant decor. Sunlight streamed through the tinted windows, capturing her within its golden embrace. It plunged into hair so deep an ebony it rivaled the nighttime sky, while turning her complexion to pure cream. She tipped her head back to look at the glass sculpture hanging above the receptionist’s desk, a sculpture that resembled leaping flames, and her hair sheeted down her back in heavy waves. It took every ounce of self-control Marco possessed to keep from sweeping her into his arms and carrying her off.
She crossed to the receptionist and he caught the murmur of her voice asking for information. The man behind the desk glanced at Marco, frowned in momentary confusion—no doubt trying to decide which twin he was, something that amused Marco no end—then pointed in his direction. With a nod of thanks, the woman approached and Marco smiled in open delight. At his smile, the receptionist made a frantic effort to catch the woman’s attention, before giving up with a shrug.
Marco only had eyes for the woman. God help him, but he wanted her. It was as though someone had delved deep into his mind and plucked loose his personal image of perfection, then created this glorious example of femininity from that image. She stood at the exact right kissing height, not too short, nor too tall, with a full, smiling mouth he couldn’t wait to explore. Her features were delicate and ivory pale, with a straight, no-nonsense nose, determined jawline and high, arching cheekbones that lifted her from elegant beauty to sheer poetry.
His gaze dipped lower and his forward momentum faltered. She was dressed for business, but no fabric existed capable of concealing a body created for the pleasures of the night. Full breasts strained against her crisp, tailored navy suit, and some kind soul had designed the jacket so that it nipped in at a waist he could have spanned with two hands before flirting with the curves below—tight round curves that were the devil’s own temptation.
He must have made some sound—a groan, if he were a betting man—because she studied him curiously. Her eyes were a deep teal blue and made a striking contrast to her dark hair. Before he could introduce himself, she stuck out her hand.
“Ah, Mr. Dante,” she said. “Just the man I was looking for. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’m Caitlyn Vaughn.”
She said it as though he should recognize her name, but he couldn’t recall ever having heard of her before, maybe because in the last sixty seconds every single one of his brain cells had leaked out of his ears. Not that he’d admit his foolishness.
“Of course,” he said with his most charming smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, as well.”
He took the hand she offered, and that’s when it happened. A hard jolt of electricity zapped him, sinking deep into muscle and bone. He’d never felt anything like it. It didn’t hurt, precisely, just surprised and shocked. Based on Caitlyn’s startled expression and the way she jerked free of his hold, she must have felt it, as well . . . and didn’t like it.
“Oh! What was that?” she asked.
“I’m not certain.”
But he suspected he knew. Based on his reaction toward Caitlyn, as well as what his eldest brother, Sev, had described, this must be The Inferno. Such an odd Dante blessing—or was it a curse?—that irrevocably bound the men in his family with their true soul mates, the one and only woman they would ever love.
Marco and his brothers had believed the story to be a charming family fairy tale. But ever since Sev had encountered the unremitting burn of its existence, Marco wondered if he would experience it. Wondered if he were capable of experiencing it.
He was a man who adored women. All women. He loved everything about them. The unending glorious shapes and sizes. The delightful palate of hues. The music of feminine voices. Their unique scent. As far as he was concerned, women were as beautiful as they were fascinating, and he delighted in each and every one. The idea of choosing one specific flower, instead of the bounty nature offered, struck him as unreasonable. And yet . . .
When he looked at Caitlyn, he saw a woman who was a bounty in and of herself, a bouquet of such depth and beauty that it would take the rest of his life to fully explore each and every aspect. Where hardheaded Sev fought, where the accountant soul in his twin brother Lazzaro questioned and analyzed, where problem-solver Nicolò flat-out denied, the romantic in Marco accepted. He’d take this gift from the gods.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” he told her.
He’d been waiting for her?
Caitlyn stared at Lazzaro Dante as though hypnotized, struggling to get some part of her, any part of her, functioning again after that peculiar handshake and her even more peculiar reaction to it.
During her job interview to be the new CFO for the national branch of Dantes, Lazz had been pointed out to her. He was in charge of the international end of the finance business, a far larger, more complicated department. And though she wouldn’t work directly with him, they would come into regular contact during the course of their workday. HR had informed her she’d be introduced to him directly after she arrived at Dantes. It never occurred to her he’d be waiting for her in the lobby, until the receptionist pointed him out.
During that first glimpse, he’d appeared attractive enough, though she’d gotten the impression of tight control and a cold, dark demeanor. Somehow that had changed, possibly because they stood so close. The impression of rigidness gave way to someone filled with lightness and warmth, his control more of a natural part of him rather than an unyield
ing suit of power.
Not that he lacked power. It came off him as innately as his breath. But it didn’t stifle her. It simply . . . infected her the same way as everything else about him. He towered over her, his broad shoulders narrowing the scope of her view to him and little else. Dark brown hair fell in unruly waves across his forehead, escaping the ruthless discipline she’d thought more natural to him. He was sinfully attractive, with high, sweeping cheekbones, a straight masculine nose, squared jaw, and a mouth made for kissing.
Even more appealing, he exuded an irresistible charm that urged her to close the few feet—inches really—separating them and settle into his arms. To lift her mouth for his taking. To allow him to possess her and brand her with his kiss, his touch, with his very essence.
He gazed down at her with a slow, sensuous smile, as though sensing her need. His gaze held hers, his eyes a brilliant hazel, glittering with shards of gold and brown and green, and filling with a shocking desire.
“Cara . . .”
The word whispered between them, echoing his desire and causing the feminine core of her to fill with need. And it was that hint of desperate need that brought her tumbling back to reality.
What the hell had she been thinking? How could she forget every lesson learned at her grandmother’s knee? She fought for some sense of normalcy and found it only when she took a swift step back and dragged air into her lungs. Air that didn’t contain Essence of Lazz. Air that helped clear the fog of lust that held her enthralled.
She attempted a cool, polite, professional smile. And failed miserably. “It really is kind of you to meet me here on my first day, Mr. Dante, but—” The shock she experienced when they first shook hands continued to tickle her palm and she rubbed her thumb across it. To her totally inappropriate amusement he copied the gesture, distracting her. “Okay, I have to know. What was that?”
He eyed her sympathetically. “Did I hurt you, cara? I am sorry.”
“Hurt me? Oh, no. Not really.” That surprised her, given the intensity of the shock. “It was just . . .”
“Unexpected?”
“Exactly,” she said with smile, relieved he understood. “Very unexpected.”
Worse, though it seemed a ridiculous concept, the shock seemed to have intensified her awareness of him. When she’d first seen him last week after her final interview, she’d have described Lazz as incredibly attractive, almost too good-looking for a woman’s peace of mind. But now . . . A slight panic stole over her. Somehow, with that single touch, she became keenly aware of him and the startling allure that formed between them. It felt as though a light switch had been flipped, igniting thoughts and emotions she’d never experienced before. She didn’t understand it, didn’t want to understand it.
In all her twenty-eight years, she’d never done anything to jeopardize her professional career. How many times had Gran warned her about that? How many times had her grandmother used her own life as a hard-won lesson? Caitlyn understood the cardinal rules, had learned them well.
One. Don’t let a man charm you into ruining your career for a brief ride over the rainbow. Because all that waited on the other side was fool’s gold. Two. Build a strong foundation with a serious-minded man capable of staying power. Someone who believed in the same things as you. And three. Charm and beauty are only skin deep and both are shallow as hell. Neither are capable of lasting past the first pothole in life’s road.
Well, she’d listened and learned. She wouldn’t allow any man to take her for a ride. And yet . . .
She shot Lazz a glance from beneath her lashes. Their surroundings seemed to melt away, and the noises faded to a soft murmur. The light appeared to dim until only the two of them were caught within the sun’s halo. Every beat of her heart sent desire coursing deeper and more powerfully through her veins until the sheer want of him overrode every other thought and emotion.
“Caitlyn,” he murmured.
Her name on his tongue made her think of wine and poetry, and though he didn’t have an accent, his voice contained a noticeable Mediterranean lilt, deep and ripe and musical. He held out his hand and almost—almost—she took it, willing to follow along whatever path he led her down and tumble into bliss with him wherever and whenever he suggested, even right here and now.
Instead she utilized every scrap of common sense she still possessed and made a production of checking her watch. “I’m due in personnel in five minutes.” Instinctively she moved to extend her hand again in a businesslike parting, but withdrew it quickly, and took several steps toward the elevator. Some irresistible compulsion had her turn and offer a final nod of farewell. “I’ll see you soon, Mr. Dante. I believe we have an appointment scheduled for ten.”
At that, a blinding smile lit his face. “I didn’t realize. My assistant neglected to mention it.” He advanced in her direction. “But, why wait? Why not move our appointment forward?”
The elevator doors opened just then and she didn’t dare linger or she’d cave to his request. Heaven only knew what would happen between them if she did. Good Lord! On her first day of work, no less. “Ten o’clock,” she repeated. “I look forward to seeing you.”
She darted inside the car, fighting to maintain a calm expression while the doors whisked silently closed. To her relief Lazz didn’t give chase but stood perfectly still, his features carved into lines of determination while he watched her retreat. Because that’s what it was, a full-scale, tail-turning, white-flag-flying, unabashed retreat.
The instant the doors shut, she leaned against the back wall and closed her eyes. She hadn’t been in the building a full thirty seconds and look at how much she’d already risked as a result of a single, casual handshake. What in the world had gotten into her? For that matter, what had gotten into Lazzaro Dante? Whatever had just happened between them, from this minute on, she needed to put such foolishness aside and focus on work.
Thirty minutes later, she realized that not only couldn’t she forget, but it had become an absolute impossibility. Something about that single touch had changed her. Caitlyn struggled to concentrate on the reams of HR paperwork to be completed and the workaday tour of facilities, trying to convince herself that vital information was being given. But with every passing minute, she grew more and more tense, keenly aware she’d soon see Lazz and discover if she’d imagined her reaction to him.
When the moment finally arrived, she greeted him with a professional demeanor, meant to conceal her nervousness. “So, we meet again.” She caught the faintest hitch in his step and a tiny frown formed between his hazel eyes before he offered his hand, a hand she eyed with undisguised apprehension. “That’s brave of you, after what happened last time. But if you’re game, so am I.”
He paused a beat before inclining his head. “I’m willing.”
To her relief she didn’t receive a zap again. And then the relief faded to a vague disappointment. Maybe she’d imagined the surge of electricity. And though she felt an unmistakable warmth toward the man holding her hand, it bore little resemblance to the unrelenting desire she’d felt just a scant hour before. Not that she let on.
Lazz studied her with just as much interest as earlier, and the hungry spark in her eyes remained, as well. “Welcome to Dantes. I’m looking forward to getting to know you better,” he said.
As before, she couldn’t misinterpret the intent behind his comment. It was an invitation, Caitlyn realized in that instant. Right now, the two of them teetered on the verge of a relationship that went beyond business. The power it offered intrigued her. Her move, it said. She could either back away and put an end to it. Or she could take the next step—cautiously, of course—and see where it led. Time seemed to slow, giving her a moment to consider
She couldn’t be certain what she’d experienced Dantes’ lobby had anything to do with love, but she would never have gotten so far in business if she’d shied away from a challenge out of sheer timidity or contrariness. The opportunity in front of her represented a challenge, but
she also spied all the pieces necessary to build the foundation her grandmother had so often talked about. He was sexy and successful, but most of all smart. Someone she could build a castle with. And the tingle they’d shared earlier? Lucky bonus.
She didn’t hesitate another instant. She offered Lazz a brilliant smile and surrendered to whatever fate ordained. Maybe their current setting put a slight damper on that sizzle of attraction. She’d just have to wait and see what happened from here. The bottom line was, whatever had occurred in the lobby of Dantes, she wanted more.
“I’m really looking forward to getting to know you,” she said.
Meet Day Leclaire
I love family first and foremost, which is why writing a family saga is so much fun. Maybe you can tell that from my books since they always feature the warmth and joy that comes from having a close-knit family. I also love animals and have taken in rescue dogs and cats and fostered dogs for the local animal shelter. And of course, I love writing. All I need is a functioning brain (batteries not included), a pen, and paper, and I can write anywhere. Please don’t let a conversation with me lag because my imagination takes over and I. Am. Checked. Out!
USA Today bestselling author, Day Leclaire is the author of more than 60 novels and has received an impressive eleven nominations for the romance industry's most prestigious award, Romance Writers of America RITA© Award. Day lives in Charlotte, NC and spends her days obsessively writing while vaguely remembering to pay attention to her adorable husband, busy son and daughter-in-law, two tiny grandchildren, and two even tinier Teddy Bear dogs. Not to mention a whole lot of dust!
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