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Chapter 2

Author: Blaze Nukko
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Damiano Leone Fabrino De Santis, the 34-year-old supreme head of the great and vast De Santis banking empire also called Dami by his very close friends.

A tense little quiver made a sudden strike down Charley’s front, and in pure self-defense, she snatched up a silvery silk crocheted snug from the bed and hurriedly tied it across her front while wishing to goodness that she didn’t experience that same crazy tense quiver every time she let herself think about him.

He was strange—a truly intimidating mix of smoothly polished, cool sophistication and lean, dark, sexy good looks. Adelina purred around him like a sleek kitten, which seemed to amuse him, but then Adelina was Italian, and as a race of people they were like that, open and warm and more touchy-feely than the British—her, Charley thought, making the rueful distinction.

She’d never purred around any man and couldn’t imagine ever wanting to—which made the way she quivered around Dami De Santis all the more disturbing to her peace of mind. He wasn’t her type. He was too much of everything. Too big and tall, too lean and dark, too sexy and handsome—too crushingly cool and terrifyingly enigmatic, she decided as she hooked up her little silver beaded evening bag and headed for the door.

They’d met only once before she came to Milan, in London several months ago, at the private dinner Adelina’s parents had held to introduce their future son-in-law to their English friends. Dami had come as such a shock to Charley that she had not been able to stop her eyes from constantly drifting in his direction because he was so far from her idea of the kind of man her friend liked.

"What do you think?" Adelina asked her.

"Intimidating," she said, because that evening was the first time the tense quiver had struck. "He scares me to death."

Adelina just laughed, but then she’d been laughing at everything. happy—in love again—high as a kite. "You’ll get used to him, Charley," she promised. "He isn’t nearly as awesome once you get to know him."

Want to bet?

The next time she’d met him had been just a week ago, she recalled as she pushed the button to call the lift. He’d arrived here at the hotel looking for Adelina and found Charley standing in reception, having just arrived in Milan. He’d come over to her—of course he would do that with impeccable manners like his, she reasoned. Yet she still had not been able to stop the next quiver from making its strike.

He’d been angry that Adelina had not been at the airport to meet her—she’d seen the anger snap at his handsome, dark features just before he’d blanked it out. When she’d said quickly that she hadn’t been expecting to be met, his wide, sensual mouth had tugged into a telling flat line of disapproval.

Cool, calm, and used to ordering people around, he’d then taken it upon himself to organize her arrival by making sure she had a nice suite of rooms and had even gone so far as to escort her up here to check the suite out for himself.

It had been the moment when his hand arrived at the base of her spine to politely usher her out of the lift that the next quiver had struck, shooting down her front like a flaming arrow and making her jerk away from him like a scalded cat, only to make her feel really foolish for doing it. Other than to send her one of his cool, steady looks, he’d let his hand fall to his side and thankfully made no comment.

Now here she was waiting to ride the same lift down to the mezzanine floor of the hotel, where they were all gathering for drinks before they left. And if she’d avoided Dami De Santis like the plague for the rest of this week, Charley had a horrible suspicion she was not going to be able to do that tonight. The party was too small, and the reserved boxes at La Scala were too intimate. Her only hope was to manage to wrangle it so she sat in a different box from him.

There was a mirror hanging on the wall by the lift, and she diverted her attention to it to push the stray curl off her brow. It flopped back down again like a renegade. She should not have decided to pin it all up because it just wasn’t going to behave, as she predicted. But giving in and letting her hair hang down around her shoulders in a tumble of loose, glossy corkscrews had only made her face look paler and her grey-green eyes look too big.

Like a frightened rabbit, she compared herself, wrinkling her nose as she gave the errant curl a teasing tug and watched it spring back into place again.

It had to be that precise moment when the lift doors slid open to reveal none other than the great man himself. Their eyes clashed for a startled second. Knowing he’d caught her pulling silly faces at her own reflection was enough to flood color into Charley’s cheeks.

"Oh," she said, just too disconcerted to keep the dismay from sounding in her voice. "Are you staying here too?" I didn’t know.

Brief amusement lit the unusual gold color of his eyes. "Good evening, Charlotte." He always called her Charlotte in that dark, deep, slightly lilting Italian accent of his. "Are you coming in?"

She let her eyes run over him. He was wearing a conventional black silk dinner suit and was leaning casually against the rear wall of the lift, which should have helped to diminish his daunting height a little and that overwhelming sense of presence he always carried around with him—but didn’t.

And the idea of stepping into a lift with him again did strange things to the nerves in her legs as she made them move. Finding a tense smile to flick his way, she then turned her back on him to watch as the doors closed on them.

Silence hummed as they waited. She could feel his eyes on her. Tension made her bite into the soft tissue of her inner lip.

"You look very beautiful tonight," he murmured softly.

Charley had to fight down an inner wince. She knew what she looked like, and she knew what he was seeing—the poor best friend decked out in the dress his betrothed had worn a couple of months ago at the party in London.

So, "no, I don’t," she therefore responded curtly.

It was a relief when the lift doors opened onto the elegant splendor of the hotel’s mezzanine lounge bar. As she went to step out, that hand again arrived at the base of her spine, and this time she froze where she stood.

It just wasn’t fair. Why did she always do something like this around him?

"Shall we?" he prompted smoothly.

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