All Chapters of MARRYING MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCEE: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

But that didn’t mean that she hadn’t thought about Gregorio Di Costa a lot over the last two days—that she hadn’t remembered the delicious shiver that had run down her spine as his lips had brushed across the back of her hand and how her body had responded as he’d detailed how he would like to make love to her, while all the time that devilish sense of humor had glinted in his eyes.And she had guilty thoughts of him right now, as he sat in the restaurant, waiting for her to arrive, probably under the increasingly pitying gazes of the other customers. thoughts that kept intruding as she tried to watch her favorite film...It was only the memory of the way Gregorio Di Costa had so callously hurt Alana that made Chloe so certain she had been right to carry out her plan to stand him up tonight. The man simply didn’t have the right to go around breaking women’s hearts without even a backward glance. and especially when that woman was a friend of Chloe’s.Then why did she feel so increasin

His body hardened just at the thought of a naked Chloe moving effortlessly around the kitchen as they prepared a meal together, at the image of the fullness of her naked breasts and those lean hips and thighs with a triangle of fiery red hair at their apex...Having arrived at Garstang on time this evening, he had been at first irritated, then worried, when Chloe hadn’t arrived at the restaurant at the appointed time. Then the pendulum had swung to anger as the minutes ticked by with no sign of her arrival or a telephone call to explain her tardiness.It had been almost a relief when Nelson, the maître d’, approached his table with the message that Chloe had telephoned and was unable to join him after all because she wasn’t well.Almost…Because Gregorio hadn’t been fooled for a minute by the telephone message. In fact, he was sure that Nelson hadn’t been either. The surprised look in the other man’s eyes was in complete contrast to his politely bland expression! Gregorio knew that if

If Chloe sought to return some semblance of propriety to this conversation by covering herself, then she was achieving the opposite, Gregorio acknowledged ruefully, noting that Chloe’s long legs were still enticingly naked beneath the thigh-length garment."What do you do in circumstances like this, Gregorio?" She challenged him. "Give yourself half a notch on the bedpost rather than one?"He looked at her darkly. "I don’t think insulting me is going to help this situation," he said."You think that was insulting?" She came back shrilly. "Let me assure you, Gregorio, where you’re concerned, I haven’t even begun!""No one forced you into responding, dammit!" Gregorio lost his temper; the ache in his own arousal—his unfulfilled arousal!—was still throbbing painfully."Oh, I might have known you would throw that in my face!" Chloe came back furiously. But what chance did I have of refusing when the great lover, the practiced seducer Gregorio Di Costa, decided to turn all his considerable

"That appears to be two things, Chloe," Gregorio cut in dangerously, not liking the way this conversation was shaping up at all. "And that’s one more time in our acquaintance that you’ve referred to me as a "legendary lover"—in a derogatory way," he pointed out."Because that’s what you are!" Chloe told him impatiently. "The newspapers are constantly full of stories about the relationships that you, your brother, and your cousin have,""Both Lamberto and Tiziano are now happily married and completely faithful to their respective wives," he pointed out."That just means that, as the only single Di Costa male left, the press will concentrate completely on your own exploits in the future," Chloe retaliated.Gregorio was well aware of that. Just as he was aware that for the last three months, since the shock of Lamberto’s marriage so soon after Tiziano’s, there hadn’t been any exploits of his for the newspapers to sensationalize. Unlike his brother and his cousin, Gregorio had no intentio

Because it was torture not to reach out and take Chloe in his arms, to kiss her, to touch her, as he so longed to do. He knew that he couldn’t do that if he intended to be with her again. He knew instinctively that she would use any physical coercion on his part now as a reason not to see him again."Of course," he replied. "Perhaps you would have lunch with me on your next day off?"He was rewarded by Chloe’s startled look. "Lunch?" she repeated.He gave a wry smile. "It is a meal, usually partaken of at some time between midday and three o’clock—""I know what lunch is, Gregorio," she said. "I just—I assumed you would be returning to Los Angeles some time during the next few days.""Did you?" he mused, his intention having been to go to Paris this week rather than Los Angeles. That was before he met Chloe.Before, he had decided that capturing her and taking her to his bed was the more urgent of the two.But, no matter what happened or didn’t happen between the two of them in the ne