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“As you prefer. And now, signore…”
“And now, you assume, arrivederci.”
“Assume?” she said, her tone one of elegant disdain.
But she didn’t look elegant. Nick’s gaze made a slow circuit again, from the shoes that seemed to make her wobble to the wrinkled silk suit to the drawn-back hair. Wispy strands the color of winter sunlight fell around her oval face.
There was a bedraggled look about her.
And maybe bedraggled was the right word.
She looked as if she’d just tumbled out of a man’s bed. His bed, he thought, and felt the immediate response of his body to the image of what it would be like to strip the arrogant princess of her clothes and do whatever it took to turn all that frosty hauteur to hot passion.
He did a mental double take. Why would he even think of something like that? Alessia Antoninni was beautiful in the way statues were beautiful. There was nothing soft or warm or welcoming about her. She wasn’t a challenge, she was a turnoff. That he’d even imagined bedding her—hell, that he’d actually kissed her—made him furious.
Dammit, he thought, and he took his anger and put it where it rightly belonged.
“You were right,” he said brusquely, “my trip was lengthy. Eight hours flying to Rome from New York, then a three-hour delay at the airport added up to lots of time to kill.”
“And you expect compensation for that time immediately.”
She said it as if it were a given. Nick watched as she opened her purse, rummaged through it and finally extracted a checkbook. “If you can provide me with a figure—”
She gasped as his hand closed around her wrist. His fingers were biting into her flesh. He was probably going to mark that tender, upper-class skin. Not only didn’t he give a damn, but he was also grimly pleased to do it.
“Are you always so sure of yourself, princess? Or is it only with me?”
Her eyes flashed.
“Let go of me, Mr. Orsini.”
Nick smiled tightly. “What happened to signore? Don’t I even rate that much now that I’m about to call your bluff?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. And if you don’t unhand me—”
“Another threat, principessa?” His smile twisted. “Maybe you need to listen before you make threats.”
“Listen to what?” She looked as if she wanted to kill him. Fine, he thought grimly. The more certain she was of herself, the more he’d enjoy the sight of her taking a metaphoric tumble right on her icy ass. His grasp on her tightened until they were a breath apart. “I repeat, I had lots of time on my hands. I spent it going through the material your father sent about your precious vineyard. It was detailed. Very detailed…but there was lots missing.”
“I have no knowledge of what material you saw and it is of no interest to me. You are—”
“Dismissed? A while ago, I was excused. Now I’m dismissed.” Nick’s smile was as frigid as his tone. “Antoninni Vineyards is on the verge of ruin.”
“That is not your concern.”
“Four years of bad weather damaged the grapes. Your old man chose new plantings that turned out to be a mistake. He made lousy marketing decisions. I don’t know a damned thing about viniculture—”
“How nice to hear you admit it.”
“But I do know about investments. I added up some figures, added them up again and figured out, real fast, that what your father neglected to list in that report is at least as meaningful as what he did.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, but Nick could hear the lie in the words.
“I think you do. Papa Prince took more cash out of those vineyards than he put in. Where did it go, sugar? The horses? The casinos? Women?”
Alessia yanked furiously on her imprisoned hand. “This conversation is over!”
“Without money—and we both know it’s going to require more than the five million euros Daddy requested—without it, your family’s business will be a thing of the past.”
