"Don’t touch me!" she snapped, and she wrenched her arm out of his grasp. She was probably bruising herself in the process, but she didn't care because she couldn't bear having Gregorio touch her when she was so emotionally vulnerable.Gregorio drew in a harsh breath as he teetered on the edge of losing his usual self-control.All of the Di Costa men had a temper—a red-hot temper that burned so deeply that it became icy and steely—but that cold control often gave the impression that they were without emotion at all.Chloe’s show of contempt for him was in serious danger of evoking that extreme reaction.And Gregorio would guarantee that she wouldn’t like it if it did!He released her to draw in several more controlling breaths. "You did not seem to find my touch so abhorrent a few minutes ago—in fact, the opposite!" He reminded her frostily, aware that his English had become stilted—a definite sign that he was in danger of losing his temper!It was something that he had no choice but
"To lie, you mean?" she challenged.He gave a terse inclination of his head. "To lie," he confirmed grimly."How dare you?" She turned on him, those green eyes sparkling angrily. ‘I—’"And no amount of feigned anger on your part is going to distract me from getting a truthful answer from you," Gregorio assured her softly."Feigned?" she repeated furiously, her hands clenched at her sides, those magnificently full breasts surging up and then down as she breathed agitatedly. "Let me assure you, Gregorio, that I don’t have to pretend to be angry with you." Most of the time, that’s exactly how I feel!He smiled tightly. "And the rest of the time, you're a puddle of desire in my arms..."‘You bast—’"No, I don’t think so, Chloe," he advised, and he caught her arm as her hand arced up with the obvious intention of slapping his face. "We are attracting attention," he warned her. He knew they were the focus of avid glances from the couple as he walked past them down the street.Color warmed C
He abhorred the men in his profession who did use such enticements on young and beautiful actresses, who were often tricked into believing that going to bed with those men would help their careers—especially as it invariably didn’t. It was usually the ones with little talent for acting who resorted to the casting couch, because any actress of any repute would make it on her own merits without having to reduce herself to that level.Chloe's belief that he had acted in this manner with a close friend of hers explained her strange behavior over the last few days.It also explained why Chloe was so confused about her own response to him.Gregorio realized grimly that she hadn't expected to be attracted to him.She had thought merely to attract him and then shun him as recompense for hurting her friend.All of this—Chloe’s barbed conversation that had so attracted him when they’d met at the film premiere, the way she had deliberately stood him up at Garstang two evenings later, the pointedl
He wanted to release himself, push aside that silk barrier, and bury himself inside her. deep inside her. wanted to bury himself to the hilt before stroking deep and hard. She wanted to bring Chloe to her knees as she tightened her grip on him.Instead, his hands moved up to capture both of hers, moving them above her head before grasping them tightly in one of his, leaving his other hand free to capture those invitingly thrust breasts, kneading and caressing them but not quite touching the turgid nipple as he looked down at Chloe’s flushed face and feverish eyes.‘Please, Gregorio!’ Chloe breathed achingly as she offered herself to him. ‘Oh, please…!’Oh, yes, he would please her. He intended to pleasure Chloe until she begged. I intended for her to know that no woman had ever gone away from his bed less than satisfied, let alone bent on the type of revenge she had tried to exact on him."Tell me what you want, Chloe," he gently encouraged.She looked stricken as she shook her head.
Had he aroused her on purpose, touched her, and caressed her with the sole intention of humiliating her?"Oh, I think you understand me perfectly well, Chloe," he said, his gaze once again sweeping over her disdainfully. "I’ve never even met your friend Alana, let alone showered her with flowers, compliments, and empty promises in order to seduce her into my silk-sheeted bed," he stated plainly, so that there should be no lingering misunderstanding.Chloe blinked up at him, trying to make sense of what he was saying. But she said—she"I don’t give a damn what your friend Alana said, Chloe," Gregorio informed her disgustedly. "I have never met the lady—if, indeed, that’s what she really is," he added, with a scathingly dismissive curl of his top lip.Chloe couldn’t mistake the utter conviction in his voice for anything other than the truth, and she looked up at him dazedly, able to clearly see freezing emotion in the harshness of his expression. She realized fully now what had been beh
Gregorio stared down at the message on top of the pile he had picked up from reception on his way through the hotel to his suite.Would you please meet me at Garstang at eight o’clock this evening?There was no signature on the message. But there didn’t need to be.Only Chloe could have sent such a request, asking him to meet her at the same restaurant, at the same time, as he had previously arranged.Gregorio read the message a second time as he stepped into the lift, torn between crushing the piece of paper to a pulp in his hand and a grudging feeling of admiration for the position Chloe had deliberately put herself in.Because she now knew he'd been lying to her about her friend Alana...That might be so, but nevertheless, Chloe had to know that by asking him to meet her at Garstang, of all places, she was leaving herself open to the same humiliation she had deliberately inflicted on him previously—that he might now be the one not to turn up for the date and leave her sitting at th
But there was a remoteness about Gregorio this evening that hadn’t been there before. a bleakness that was more than surface-deep and that totally eradicated the wicked glint of humor in his eyes, which had so surprised her when she’d first met him. It sent shivers of apprehension down her spine!The fact that she knew she deserved to feel those shivers didn’t make them any less effective.Gregorio took his time sampling the wine, giving himself a necessary few moments’ respite to adjust to seeing Chloe again. to recognize that she was even more beautiful than he remembered...In fact, he had felt a moment’s pure violence when he’d entered the restaurant a few minutes earlier and seen her out-staring the avid gaze of a man seated at a table across the room. His own hands had clenched at his sides as he’d resisted the impulse to go to the other man’s table and tell him precisely what he could do with his admiring glances.Not that he could exactly blame the guy for his interest when Ch
"So," Gregorio drawled once the waiter had left with their order. "What did your friend Alana have to say about me?"The moment of truth had arrived, which Chloe acknowledged heavily to herself as she replaced her wineglass carefully on the table after taking a sip. "Well, as I’m sure you’ve obviously deduced, she admitted that the two of you have never even met each other."Gregorio gave a small inclination of his head. "I had already told you that." "Of course you didn’t believe me," he reminded her after giving her a searching look."Try to see this from my point of view, Gregorio." Chloe looked across at him appealingly. "I’ve known Alana over half my life. Of course I believed she was the one telling the truth!"Of course," he agreed tersely.He really was every inch the son of an Italian nobleman at this moment, which Chloe recognized uneasily. His usual easy-going flirtatiousness and the wicked glint in his eye were no longer in evidence at all. "Obviously, I now know that she