He never got to finish. He was yanked forward by his jacket a generous few inches, then slammed back hard against the wall."Shut it," Elmo snarled, his face inches away from Gilberto’s. "You make me sick.""You believe her?" Gilberto gave a nervous but mocking laugh. "You believe her against your own family?""You are married to my sister," Elmo snarled. "You are not my blood." What the hell are you doing, messing around?‘I wasn’t. She’s the one who was coming on to me. She’s the one who set me up."Rubbish," Elmo snarled. Don’t try to lie your way out of this. You go near her again, and I will not be responsible for my actions. Elmo’s hands were still pushing him up against the wall, his voice low and menacing. "You stay well away from her."You mean you haven’t gotten rid of her? Gilberto’s voice was aghast."Why would I get rid of her when it was your mistake?" She is my personal assistant now, and one wrong move from you, and don’t think I won’t tell my sister."She set me up."
"It says here Roberta called."His voice held the warning ring that was becoming increasingly familiar. It was her first week working for Elmo, and already she was looking at the clock, willing the next few hours to just please hurry up and go, so that she could wave goodbye to him until Monday.‘She did.’ Brianna gulped, not looking up, but instead staring at the note he had put on her desk—focusing not on the message she’d written but on his tense fingers that were drumming over it. "Half an hour ago." But you were on another call..."And what did you say to her?""Just that," Brianna offered. "I said that you were on another call and I’d let you know..." A rather shaky finger hovered near his and pointed to her note. "Which I did.""She told you it was urgent, I presume?"‘She did.’ Brianna cleared her throat. "But nearly everyone—""You do realise that I’ve been trying to get hold of her for two days?" His voice was pure ice."She sounded anxious," Brianna attempted. "She sounded
‘Good morning!’ Used to not getting an answer, Brianna pushed it open, her high heels echoing on the floorboards, then silencing whenever she hit one of the thick, luxurious rugs. Her new shoes were already starting to hurt as she called out into the empty hallway—this was only the third time she’d been to his home in the morning, and on both other occasions Elmo had greeted her from the kitchen with the briefest of good mornings and a rapid rundown of their schedule.but not this morning.Feeling like an intruder, she walked along the darkened hallway—the luxurious surrounds were not quite familiar enough yet to fail to impress. His Toorak mansion home had been meticulously decorated, with no expense spared—exquisite antique furniture clashed marvellously with the latest in everything modern—but it was definitely a male home. Feminine touches were markedly absent—no flowers brightening corners, no splashes of color to take away the rather austere lines, no photos on the heavy wooden
God, but she was gorgeous. A bag of nerves, perhaps, but utterly, utterly gorgeous.The last week had been difficult in the extreme, with Elmo waiting for her to make a mistake, waiting for her to slip up, to show her true colors. Only to date, all she had been was a breath of fresh air, clipping in and out of his office with her wide smile, charming his colleagues and the boss to boot! There was no question she was capable of the role—would, in fact, be extremely capable once she’d mastered a few more of the basics.Sometimes he actually forgot for a moment just who she was...At moments like this one, he actually forgot that she was Maya’s cousin. Elmo could see her hands in her lap and her knees bobbing up and down, and he wanted to still them—wanted to trap her legs with his thighs, wanted to take that mouth with his and taste it. Why couldn’t he have felt like that last night? listening to Mandy—or was it Mindy?—droning on and on. As beautiful as she was, he hadn’t even been both
Elmo could sense her disapproval, and for once it unnerved him—though his assistant’s approval was usually the last thing he required as he got on with the business of being a Nicoli. Yet he was tempted to tap Jeremy on the shoulder and tell him to stop the car and let him out. He wanted out of the car and away from the bloody lot of them.Tapping his fingers impatiently, Elmo dismissed the odd impulse. He didn’t really want to be alone with his thoughts today of all days. It wasn’t Brianna’s disapproval that was gnawing at him—it was his own dread and loathing.He was trying to center himself. It was as if he were surrounded by a million scattered compasses, and the needles, which had hovered without direction for so long, were suddenly settling, all homing in as the universe moved the world along and everything aligned to bring things to an unwelcome head. A new life was coming into the world—a new life that meant his shattered family would have to meet, might talk...That he might
Brianna watched as his free hand bunched into a fist and saw the little bit of color that was left in him literally drain away. His Adam’s apple bobbed a couple of times before he managed to carry on. "How was Mum?" He closed his eyes on the excited chatter, raked his hand through his hair, and dragged in vital oxygen."Of course I hope to see them." It just depends on when we go to Rome. I’m glad you’re calling him that—no, really. I’m fine with it now...Just for a second, his voice broke, and so evident was his pain, so abject his misery, that Brianna had to force herself not to go over—had to literally stop herself from walking over and taking the phone from his hand, telling Annabella he would call back later.But Elmo recovered quickly, nodding blindly and forcing himself to go on, his cheery voice absolutely belying his hopeless stance. "Elpido would be very proud."‘A boy?’ He didn’t look over; he just clicked off the phone and stared out of the window into the darkening night
When Elpido had died, he’d sworn never to let a woman get close—never to let a woman get under his skin in the way his brother had. But, staring at Brianna, blinded by her beauty, it was scarily easy to renegotiate with himself. It was so very tempting to take the comfort he needed now, to lose himself in the urges he had been resisting since the moment she’d stepped back into his life.They were the same shade of blue—only he could see a swirl of black around each iris that intrigued him. He’d never stared into Maya’s eyes like this—had never been lulled into the dizzy whirlpool of attraction with Maya, never wanted to lower his head to hers the way he did now, towards Brianna’s.Only he’d sworn that he wouldn’t.Supremely focused, incredibly driven, and self-controlled, it was something he had never had to knowingly exert. He worked hard, and, when time allowed, he had the funds and the stamina to play equally hard. His dark good looks ensured an endless smorgasbord of suitable play
Did she think he was that stupid?China-blue eyes stared up at him. That full mouth was quivering with nerves, waiting to be kissed some more, and he was tempted to silence her with just that. What the hell was she playing at? He’d seen her pills in the bathroom, for God’s sake, and she’d told him that she’d just broken up with her boyfriend of six months—now she was telling him she was a virgin?Please!A very scathing remark was on the tip of his tongue—whatever game she was playing with him was about to be abruptly concluded. The muscles in his arms tensed as he prepared to push her away—only he didn’t.If she wanted to play virgin and pretend that he was her first, then who was he to stop her? In fact, somehow it made it easier to just block out the whys and hows—easier to lower his mouth to hers, to play whatever game it was that she was playing, and lose himself.Pulling her back towards him, Elmo kissed the shell of her ear as he spoke. "Then we’d better take things slowly!"So