‘I have a new proposal for you. Agree to it and you can keep your extra five per cent.’
‘Do I have a choice?’
‘There’s always a choice, cara.’
‘Okay, let’s hear it.’
‘Convince me of your talent. If you’re good enough, I’ll hire you to cater my upcoming VIP party. If you’re better than good, I’ll recommend you to a few people. Now, the only thing you need to decide is if it’s a choice you wish for yourself.’
‘But I’ve already proved I deserve this by winning the show.’
‘Then this should be a doozy.’ He raised an eyebrow. ‘Do you agree to my terms?’
The sense of injustice burned within her, the need to stand her ground and demand her due strong.
But from what she’d seen of him so far he could destroy her just as easily as he’d offered to help her. He’d rightly pointed out that she’d sought him out under false pretences. She should be thanking her lucky stars he hadn’t turned her over to the security guards.
The small print in her Petit Q contract had warned of serious repercussions if she breached confidentiality or behaved inappropriately towards a Q Virtus member.
So far she’d breached several of those guidelines. It was therefore in her interest to stay on the right side of Narciso Valentino.
If he could throw away thirty million dollars with the careless flick of those elegant fingers, surely it was worth her while to endure this small sacrifice to prove herself to Narciso. Getting her restaurant opening back on track would also send her parents the message once and for all that she had no intention of bowing to their pressure to join the family business.
She sucked in a breath, which hopelessly stalled when his eyes darkened. ‘Yes, I agree to your terms.’
He didn’t move. He just stood there staring at her. Ruby had the weird sensation he was weighing her up, judging her...
Unable to stand his stare, she started to turn away. His eyes dropped to her bare legs, heat flaring in his gaze. The power of it was so forceful she took a step back. Then another.
‘Stop,’ he rasped.
‘Why?’
‘I need you.’
Her heart hammered. ‘What?’
His nostrils flared as he reached and captured her arm. Strong fingers slid down her elbow to her wrist. Ruby’s pulse raced harder under the pressure of his fingers as he raised her right arm.
The electronic beep as he activated the smartwatch on her wrist knocked her out of her lust haze. Biting the inside of her cheek to bring her down to reality worked for a few seconds, until he started to speak.
Sicilian wasn’t in any way similar to the language she’d learnt growing up, but she managed to pick up a few words that had her frowning.
‘You’re not returning to New York?’
‘Not yet. My plan was to take a long-needed vacation after Macau.’
Her heart sank. ‘So I still have to wait until you come to New York to finalise this agreement.’
‘Not at all, Ruby. I leave for Belize tonight. And you’re coming with me.’
* * *
The sight of her open-mouthed was almost amusing. Almost. Had he not been caught up in the maelstrom of severely thwarted desire, Narciso would’ve laughed at her expression. As it was, he couldn’t see beyond the need to experience again the sensational taste of those lips.
Pure sin. Wrapped in sweet, angelic deliciousness.
He’d never kissed lips like hers. Or tasted nipples like hers. In fact, so far Ruby Trevelli was proving disconcertingly unique in all aspects. Even the confession of her bastard of an ex’s betrayal had touched him in a way he most definitely did not desire.
The flash of pain he’d seen had made his insides clench with an alien emotion that had set even more alarm bells clanging.
He hadn’t intended to go to Belize till after the party he’d planned for when his Russian deal was completed.
But he was nothing if not adaptable.
‘Belize?’ Astonishment blazed from her stunning blue eyes.
‘Yes. I have a yacht moored there. We’ll sail around along the coast, dive in the Blue Hole. And in between, you’ll stun me with your culinary delights. But be warned, nothing short of perfection will satisfy me.’
‘I’ve never provided anything short of that. But...’ She hesitated, again displaying that reticence he’d sensed in her earlier. If she wanted to play hard to get, she was going about it the right way. He wanted her...hard. But he was no pushover.
‘But what?’
‘We need to agree on one thing.’ Her pulse throbbed under his thumb. He wanted to stop himself from caressing the silky, delicate skin but he couldn’t help himself.
‘Sì?’
‘From now on things remain strictly business between us. The next time we have a discussion, I’d rather do it without the need for ropes.’
The hard tug of arousal the image brought almost made him groan out loud. ‘I guarantee you, amante, the next time I tie you up, it’ll be because you beg me to.’
She snatched her wrist from his grasp.
‘Okay. And Superman rides on a unicorn, right?’
‘I have no idea about that. Ropes, on the other hand—’
‘Will play no part in our interaction for the duration I’m to prove myself to you. Unless, of course, you’re bringing your girlfriend along. In which case, what you get up to with her is your business.’
Irritation fizzed inside him. Having the attraction he knew she reciprocated dismissed so casually stuck like a barb under his skin. ‘I’m currently unattached. But I don’t think I’ll stay that way for much longer,’ he said.
Her eyes widened but her lips pursed. Again arousal bit deep.
Suddenly, he wanted to leave Macau. Wanted to be alone with her so he could probe her deeper. The double entendre brought a grim smile.
Veering away from her, he stalked out of the kitchen.
The case he’d asked his personal butler to fetch was standing by the sofa in the living room. She spotted it the same time he did.
‘You had my things removed from my room?’ The incredulity in her voice amused and irritated him at once.
‘I don’t believe in wasting time when my mind is made up.’
‘And what about my mind? You didn’t know what choice I would make!’
‘That’s where you’re wrong. I did. I’m very familiar with the concept of supply and demand. You want something only I can provide. You wanted it enough to hop on a plane on the strength of an eavesdropped conversation between complete strangers. I wagered on you being ambitious enough to agree to my demands.’
‘You make me sound so mercenary.’
‘On the contrary. I like a woman who states what she wants upfront. Subterfuge and false coyness are traits I actively despise.’
‘Somehow I don’t believe that.’
‘You think I like liars?’
Her gaze slid away. ‘I didn’t say that.’
He forced himself to turn away, resume his path towards his bathroom and another cold shower. Maledizione!
‘As for your case, I had it brought here to avoid any awkwardness.