She swallowed hard and felt her skin burning under his fiery gaze. Phoebe started trembling, outraged that he stood there, spying on her, and not announcing immediately his presence.
“You should've told me you were here... I don’t like to be watched while dancing!”
“I didn't want to interrupt you... ‘Mi hai tolto il fiato!’ (Ita for ‘You took my breath away!’)”
A shimmer of gold as bright as a flame glimmered in Lorenzo's eyes. From her rosy cheeks moved on her ripe mouth. Her lips parted.
“I know that this is your house, but you can’t spy on me...” she protested unevenly, her slight frame tautening in instinctive reaction to the growing tension in the atmosphere. "You should've made your presence known."
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A thought almost made it to the surface of Phoebe's blank mind. And then she locked into Lorenzo's blue glittering eyes. Her heart lurched; her pulses raced. Dizzy and mindless euphoria took a hold again. She raised an uncertain hand to cover one hard flushed cheekbone with a shy possessiveness entirely new to her. Her spread fingers rejoiced in the rougher texture of his skin, her dilated pupils searching out every tiny detail of him that close. The lush black spiky lashes, so ridiculously long, the dramatic set of his eyes below those dark defined brows; the sheer masculine beauty of his hard bone structure; the lean, arrogant perfection of his nose. Phoebe caressed his aggressive jawline with wondering tenderness, her whole being intensely abs
Stunned blue eyes looked down with her teary green eyes. Lorenzo stopped and his gaze caressed her face.“It can't be! You can’t be…” he exclaimed.“I was…” Pride and appreciation appeared in his tense gaze. This little woman was really made for him. “You like shocking me, don't you?” Under his scrutiny, Phoebe started blushing like crazy, and then she closed her eyes. She was very conscious of the tiny smooth shifts with which he was easing his hungry passage all the way inside her.“Please… stop talking about it now,” she mumbled. “We’ll talk later…” Phoebe added willing to enjoy this new and fascinating experience.&n
She walked slowly towards the beach house. From a distance, she saw Lorenzo apparently waiting for her on the terrace. One look at him and her mouth ran dry. The closer she got; the more Phoebe’s body craved for him. He looked absolutely stunning. Lorenzo was wearing a white jacket over a simple black t-shirt and a pair of tailored black jeans hugged his long, powerful thighs. She wished he wasn't wearing sunglasses which masked his gorgeous blue eyes.“I got a call on my phone,” Lorenzo said when she was still several feet away. While getting closer to him, Phoebe realized that something was extremely wrong. His tone was ice cold and so empty of emotion that ran a real chill down her spine. She came to a halt, green eyes betraying her anxious uncertainty.“What's wrong
After rearranged the book display in the window for the third time that day, Phoebe left out a tearful sigh.“Would you like a cup of coffee, Phoebs?” Stephen Finlay suggested. It was raining cats and dogs outside and there wasn't a customer in the entire shop. Phoebe focused on her boss’s face, the kindly concern visible in his lined features, and forced a strained smile.“That would be lovely, Stephen... thanks.” Grateful that the older man would never dream of asking her questions about what happened, Phoebe stood behind the counter sipping her coffee and watching the rain stream down the window and the door. She had been back home for two days, but what had happened in Italy haunted her more with ev
Her straight answer made dark colors score his hard cheekbones. His dense lashes swept down low over his stunning gaze and he breathed in deep, his tension as strong as her own.“Hai ragione… You're right… We have to talk this out first,” Lorenzo conceded with gritty reluctance. First? Phoebe spun away on legs that trembled, shattered that he could reduce her to such a level with just one smoldering glance.“I accused you without double-checking the facts,” he admitted without hesitation. “When my chief accountant called me with the bad news, I cut him short. I didn't want to discuss it any further. I'm afraid I just assumed that you had made that phone call from the airport. I was outraged.”“Whatever…” Phoebe conceded stiffly.“But this morning I learned t
During the following weeks, Phoebe told Stephen that she had finally made the decision to fix an appointment with the bank.“Why, Phoebe?” he asked. She smiled, thinking that her elderly employer was becoming very absent-minded.“So that I can apply for a loan to buy this bookstore back,” she reminded him gently. Stephen looked dismayed.“Maybe you shouldn’t do that just yet, Phoebe,” he urged. Confused by that reaction, she looked at him thoroughly. She didn’t understand his behavior. She told him over and over again that when he would decide to sell the business, she is going to buy it from him. Phoebe thought it was already a done deal.“I suppose I could cancel the
When Phoebe began to recover consciousness, she felt nauseous and dazed. Her lashes lifted slowly. Lorenzo was so close she could see little golden flecks in his eyes. They were in an elevator and he was carrying her. What was going on?“Lorenzo…”“What?” he demanded with unconcealed aggression, powerful arms tightening around her to keep her firmly wedged against his hard, muscular chest.“What… Why are you carrying me?” she mumbled heavily.“You fainted.” A frown indented her damp brow as she fought to regain her wits.“Don’t be silly… I don't faint! Let me down now!”“I've had it with this cleaning nonsense!” Lorenzo ground out, his jawline squaring. “These two jobs are too much for you!”“De Angelis..
“What do you mean?”“This news… about the… pregnancy,” she whispered and lowered her head smiling sadly. “Man, I just blow you away Lorenzo De Angelis.” “This is not at all how I would describe this situation…” Losing patience, Lorenzo closed a determined arm around her and urged Phoebe back indoors.“Come, you need to eat something.” Pulling free of him, Phoebe entered the room and sank down on a sofa.“I’m not hungry.” Lorenzo closed the wall of glass and tossed the remote aside. Then turned towards Phoebe and studied her carefully. His expressive mouth quirked.“I must admit that I’m accustomed to more experienced women who protect themselves from