not care less about purchasing your winery. My father is old and bored. Purchasing wineries is his new pastime. I agreed to make the offer but I find you far more intriguing than a bunch of grapes.”
Alessandra opened her mouth as if to fire back a retort but thought better of it. “So you’re not going to press me for more negotiations?” she asked.
“You gave me your answer.”
“And you accept it?” she asked, openly disbelieving me. “Just like that. You give up.”
“You want me to keep trying? I’m getting a mixed message,” I said, biting back a smile. “There are easier ways to get me to call than to lead me on a wild-goose chase. I’d be happy to take you to dinner.”
She blinked, her adorable mouth popping open again before she snapped it shut and narrowed her gaze. “Good. Then I won’t expect to see you again, crashing my parties or skulking around my winery.”
“I’ve never skulked in my life,” I said, affronted. “I’m not even sure I’m capable of skulking.”
That cracked a tiny smile from her. I wasn’t used to being the jokester—I left that to Nico—but I enjoyed sparring with Alessandra. There was something satisfying about matching wits and finding myself challenged. “Perhaps not but the meaning remains the same. I’m not selling.”
“You’ve said that, and I’ve heard you.” I waited a moment before asking, “Out of curiosity…what drives your passion to hold on to the winery? Surely, there are less stressful careers out there. From what I’ve seen, Italy is still staunchly patriarchal when it comes to the wine business.”
I expected her to shut me down but she surprised me with an answer. “It was my twin brother’s passion. I honor him by keeping Castello di Baroni alive. In some small way, it’s like having him here still.”
The genuine emotion in her statement left no room for quips or jokes. Mia had given me accurate information but hearing it from Alessandra’s lips further validated my gut instinct. Sentiment was difficult to negotiate around. Not impossible but it definitely raised the stakes.
I digested her answer, giving it the weight it deserved, then said, “So, now that we have settled our business disagreement, what do you say about dinner?”
It was a bold move but I was ready to put the chess pieces in play. All I needed was the queen to make her move.
Alessandra regarded me with interest, something in her beautiful eyes flickering in a way that made my groin tighten. I wanted her to say yes so badly that I felt myself holding my breath in anticipation.
“Dinner…”
The fact that she was considering it gave me a sudden thrill. “You know the best places in town, I’m assuming, and basically I’m a tourist in your country. Seems smartest to have a well-connected local to show me the hot spots.”
She laughed. “You want me to play tour guide? I don’t have time for that.”
“I could make it worth your while. What if I paid you for your time?”
Alessandra’s brow furrowed as she pursed her lips. “There you go throwing money around again. If I choose to show you around, it won’t be because you’ve paid me.”
“So you’re considering it?” I asked, grinning.
“Of course not,” she answered with a smile. “But I will consider dinner.”
Yes! Success. I kept my triumphant smile to a minimum. “I’ll put that in the win column.”
“Don’t count it yet. First, a few questions…”
“Like a job interview? I haven’t had one of those in a while.”
“Are you married or have a girlfriend at home? I don’t want to deal with a jealous woman showing up on my doorstep.”
“Over dinner?” I teased. “This better be the most amazing food ever made.”
“I’m serious. It’s happened before and I don’t have the time for drama.”
If she knew me better, she wouldn’t have had to ask. I didn’t keep entanglements. I preferred to remain unfettered by emotional attachments. My two brothers were shackled and I had no interest in following in their footsteps.
But I was happy to allay her fears. I took a bold step forward, entering her personal space. She didn’t pull back. The blood roared in my ears as she met my gaze with a boldness of her own. I hungered for another taste of her kiss on my lips. The first kiss had been a shock to us both, a reaction to the magnetism between us. This time, I was going to make it happen with all the finesse I was known for.
I knuckled her chin, noting the soft, firm skin of her jawline. “I promise you, I am very single and I am not interested in changing that status—no matter how enticing the vision before me.”
Her slow smile tickled me in private places. “Good. Then you may take me to dinner.” Yes! I took the invitation her parted lips offered, sliding my mouth across hers, tasting that exotic flavor of Italian spice I knew I’d always remember, and thrilled at the bold dart of her tongue against mine.
Heat kindled between us as if the ember had always been there, waiting for the right spark to start a fire. Even if the kiss lasted only a moment, it left me aching for more.
She pulled away, her cheeks flushed slightly, saying with a devilish smile as she walked away, “Dinner only.”
I remained rooted to the spot she left me. My lips tingled from her touch.
My cock surged to life, nearly splitting the zipper as every primal need known to man came knocking on my door, urging me to toss her over my shoulder and carry her off like a Viking.
“Dinner it is,” I murmured, staring after her like a hungry wolf. “At least to start…”
Alessandra
I LEFT DANTE, my knees a little weak from our kiss, but I kept my back straight and my smile fixed. I would die before letting him know that his lips had stolen my breath.
God, how long had it been since I’d felt this wild need to sleep with a man? Too long. Castello di Baroni consumed my every moment from sunup to sundown, leaving little time for personal pursuits. I wasn’t complaining—the winery was my passion—but the touch of a man who knew what he wanted and went after it wasn’t to be ignored.
Dante said he was no longer interested in purchasing the winery. His story made a certain amount of sense—his father had been the interested party, not him. Dante had no vested interest in the winery and had been pursuing the sale only as a courtesy to his aging father. I understood familial loyalty and the urge to make something happen for their benefit.
If Dante was truly no longer interested in purchasing the winery, that made him no longer a threat.
Which made him fair game for my bed.
A quick look to my father revealed he’d missed my kiss with Dante, for which I was grateful. I didn’t want to explain why a strange man was kissing me in the courtyard. Sophia, on the other hand, had seen everything.
I rejoined her, and she met me with a curious expression. She led with, “I have questions…so many questions…”
I laughed, leaning over to whisper so my father didn’t overhear. “Would you believe he was in my office earlier today with an offer to purchase Castello di Baroni?” Sophia’s expression mirrored my own at the audacity. “I know. I turned him away.”
“And he shows up here? How did he get an invitation?”
“Mia gave him her ticket.”