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Lucy was stunned, dazed, confused.
Standing before her was the most gorgeous, possibly six-foot, dark-tanned and sexy as hell young man she’d ever seen in her life. He was dressed in a stunning, expensive-looking suit that seemed to complement his obvious muscular frame and broad shoulders. He had dark, silky cropped hair and deep, rich dark eyes and high chiseled cheekbones. He was to die for. She wasn’t good with ages but he sure as hell was nowhere near seventy-six. There must have been a mistake. The other thing Lucy noticed was that Mr. Drop-Dead-Sexy was not smiling. He appeared not in a good mood. He glared at her through dangerously dark eyes framed with the longest lashes she’d ever seen on a man.
“Mr. Romero?” Lucy queried, still stunned!
“I’m his grandson, Antonio.”
Oh. My. God. “You’re Antonio Romero the third?” Lucy extended her hand then quickly withdrew it when she saw his jaw was clenched. Did he bite?
“I’m sorry, I thought it was your grandfather. We’re not allowed to discuss contracts with anyone other than the client and his or her spokesperson, sir.”
“Miss Shillerton, I’ll make this short. I know you’re probably as pressed for time as I am but I want you to cancel this wedding of my grandfather's. And I want you to do it pronto.”
“What?” Lucy almost fell over. Who does he think he is? “What are you talking about?”
“I’m aware you took over the business from your aunt and I appreciate what you are trying to do.” Antonio sounded more curt and authoritative, if that was possible. “But I will pay you any amount of money for your inconvenience to prevent my grandfather from making the biggest mistake of his life.”
“Do tell. What makes you think he’s making a mistake?” Lucy was growing hotter by the second. Was the heat climbing in the office all of a sudden—or was it the tension between them? It wasn’t merely the fact that this bossy man just barged into her office uttering commands for her to follow but, yeah, he was hot as hell. Focus, Lucy. Focus.
Lucy fought hard to keep her composure but it wasn’t easy when someone so good-looking and sinfully sexy was distracting your professional thoughts. “L-l-listen. My clients are my business. I’m sorry you are having family issues but-”
“Family issues?” Antonio repeated as he shoved his hands in his tailored pants pockets, swiftly pacing side to side in her office. Oh, she caught the soothing scent of his delicious cologne and it stirred some naughty feelings inside her. He smelled good! She noticed the way he moved. Powerful. Manly. It had been too long since she’d been with someone. Maxine was right.
Focus, Lucy. Focus.
“This has nothing to do with family issues, Ms. Shillerton. This is my grandfather’s life and I'm protecting him from some two-bit gold digger.”
“Gold digger?”
“Are you planning on echoing every select word I speak, Ms. Shillerton, or do you plan on following through on my wishes?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Romero.” Hell, even his name sounded sexy. It just rolled around and off her tongue. Mmmm. “But your grandfather is my concern. I work for him and his bride-to-be. We’re here to make his dream wedding come true and who are we to tell him he can’t have it or to tell him he can’t fall in love? Besides, why didn’t you tell him to call it off?”
For a moment, Antonio paused. He locked gaze with Lucy causing a wave of hot emotions to spring through her body. She was shivering inside. Holy cow! No man had ever had that effect on her body. And just from one look. There certainly was some sort of indescribable magnetic pull between them. She just couldn’t quite pinpoint it. This man oozed sexual power and something else.
He pulled his gaze from her and left her cold for a moment. How odd. He glared her as if undressing her with his eyes but then he stopped himself and regained his composure.
“I did,” he admitted curtly. “I asked him to halt this foolishness and come to his senses but your agency had already convinced him that this was the best decision he was making. You need to undo this! You have until the end of next week to call this thing off. This is not a request. It is an order.” He spoke so calmly and quietly and so deadly cool that Lucy’s knees weakened and almost buckled.
