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Can I Trust Her?

Allan stared at her from across the table as she ate greedily. They had worked up an appetite, but his stomach hunger was nothing compared to the other hunger coursing through him. After three hours of the best sex he’d ever had—though each one short with very little exploring—he was still semi-erect. They’d had fast, frantic sex six times until his dick got too weak to stand fully and she was sore. Her thighs were already red and bruising. She was so sore he had to carry her out of the room to have their warmed dinner. Gina was nice enough to heat it up when he called.Allan stared at Riana, sitting across from him with nothing on but his pale blue shirt. She looked completely ravished and happy to be in that state. She was even humming and rocking to the tune in her head as she ate.She was beautiful, with her hair in complete disarray, her lips puffy red, the sleeves of his Armani shirt rolled up to her elbows and hot damn, the front buttons

Italy

Italy. I’m actually out of the States and in another country! Riana stepped off the plane and took a deep breath. The air was warm and relaxing and so foreign!There wasn’t much to see at the airport but the little she did see excited her. She spread her arms out and leaned her head back. “I’m in Venice!” She kissed her fingers and blew kisses. “Ti amo Venice, ti amo!”Allan laughed behind her but she didn’t care. She was too happy to care and, in fact, she didn’t mind sharing the love. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hung on to him so she could lift her legs off the ground and force him to support her weight.“Wow!” He quickly wrapped his free arm around her waist and held her up against him.“Thank you, Allan. No one has ever done anything as wonderful as this for me.” She planted a short kiss on his lips. “So are we g

'We'

Allan wanted to sigh in relief, but he held back. He wasn’t sure she would agree to it. Hell, Loraine hadn’t given him any hope that she would when she stressed how sweet and innocent she is, nothing like the type of women he had occupy his bed. And when ‘two months’ slipped out, he was sure she was going to say no, but he kept his own startled reaction under wraps. One couldn’t survive in his line of work if they didn’t possess an excellent poker face.He’d done another thing he hadn’t planned—promised to flack off work to show her all of Italy. Allan didn’t like not being present during large takeovers like he knew Casa Italiano was going to be but, for once in his life, he was going to put himself ahead of everyone else, including Melody.Taking care of Melody had been his only interest since their father’s death three years ago. Their mother had died four years before that, leav

Dream Date

Riana stepped into the Imperial suite. She’d never seen a hotel as beautiful as this. The moment she stepped into the lobby, it took her breath away. The crystal chandeliers wowed her, the diamond-like structure sparkling when the crystals hit the light, and the exquisite, old-fashion furniture and traditional decorations spoke of their cultural history. “Is this where we are staying?” she whispered to Allan, in complete awe. Allan nodded, his lips turned down in a frown. “Yes. It does look old fashioned, nothing like The Ritz.” “Oh no, it’s just perfect.” She turned full circle, trying to take the entire room in. “Don’t you see what they are trying to do? The best centuries were the eighteenth and nineteenth when royalty meant something more than Prince William and Puff Daddy having equal celebrity status.” She stopped before him. “Anyone into art, photography, painting, design…whatever the genre, this is art heaven. It’s like stepping back in time, I just love it.” Allan looked

Dazed

Allan’s fork halted at his mouth when he heard her groan. He looked up. Her eyes were closed as she pulled the fork out of her mouth with a sweet sigh. She’d done that with every dish she’d sampled that day, and it was getting damn difficult not to drag her back to the hotel. They almost didn’t make it out when he saw her in that short white dress—thank you Wilma—her damp curly hair free around her shoulders. He noticed she didn’t wear makeup except for lip gloss and he liked that about her. It made him realize the only reason he’d liked his women dressed to perfection from the hair on their heads to the nails on their toes was because he’d liked having a trophy on his arm.But Riana was no trophy. She was something else. Something much better. He just didn’t know what exactly. He hadn’t put his finger on it yet.She picked up a meatball with her tiny fingers and lifted it to her mouth. Her

Falling

Riana watched Allan sit silently a few feet away from her, clearly deep in thought. She feared he was worrying about work and how much he’d neglected just to entertain her.Maybe they should just go back to the hotel?“Gratzie,” she said to the vendors and held up one finger as she pointed back to Allan with her thumb. “Could you give me just a minute. I just want to make sure he’s all right.”They responded with holding up a finger and pointing at Allan, too. Riana laughed, realizing too late that she should have brought an English-Italian dictionary with her.She moved toward Allan and stood next to him. She smiled. He hadn’t noticed her yet. She pushed her fingers into his raven hair and tugged his head back. “Earth to Allan?”His lips twitched in what looked like a forced smile. “Get what you like?”“What’s wrong? Are you worried about work because we

First Fight

Allan rolled his stiff neck. The owners of Casa Italiano, the Torino family, had found out that the other shareholders had sold to him and were now putting up roadblocks to keep him from completely taking over. They held forty percent and after that afternoon’s sale, he held sixty. That was great if he intended on keeping them on, but he didn’t. He wanted all of it.A week of their ignorance, that’s all he had needed to buy their debt from the bank. But someone had alerted them and they now—somehow—had gotten two months’ extension on their loan. That meant accumulating additional interest at a higher interest rate and more money for him to shell out if they faulted.Mr. Torino wanted to meet in Venice in two days’ time. Allan didn’t respond because he had no intention to. He had less intention to change his plans because Mr. Torino was desperately trying to hold on. He’d give him two months to sweat before

Abandoned

Riana felt her body tremble at Allan’s anger. She fought the urge to stand up and run after him as he stomped away. She’d never seen such anger in his eyes before and the fear of rejection kept her where she was. She didn’t even turn around to watch him leave.She just sat there, with her head bent and her shaking hands in fists on her lap. She hadn’t meant to offend him, she just found his line of work and what it did to people inexcusable and had hoped what Loraine said wasn’t entirely true.But when she’d practically called him a vulture feeding a pack of hyenas and he’d responded with ‘it’s nothing personal just business’ something inside her just snapped. She had been one of those families that were left stranded when the textile factory her mother worked at was taken apart. Allan may not have had anything to do with it, but from the cold way he’d said ‘it’s nothing personal just busines

Crossed Wires

Allan sat in the cabin, his work papers spread out in front of him. He’d purposefully began working the moment he settled on the train so when she came in, she wouldn’t bother him. He was still angry with her and he wanted her to know it. But it was useless considering he’d been unable to concentrate on anything but Riana since he abandoned her at the restaurant.The woman was a sickness and it annoyed him how she filled his every thought when she wasn’t close by; when he couldn’t touch her, kiss her, running his hands over her soft skin as he prepared her body for his possession. The need for her was only worse now that they were angry at each other. He wanted to make love to her and punish her while doing so.Hold up! Have sex, not make love! Where the hell did that come from?You only make love to someone you love and he didn’t love her. Did he? The vendor’s words came back to haunt him. What had he seen that Allan ha

Make Up sex

Alan bit his lips shut to hold back the laugh threatening to bubble out and nodded. No one had ever called him misguided either. He should be offended, but it was too darn funny how she tried to find the good in him after pointing out his faults.“First you question my integrity then call my career, my family’s seventy year old business mind you, a misguided choice.”She shrugged. “Just because it is a seventy year old family practice doesn’t mean it’s the right choice. I understand that you might not have had a choice, but had to take the reins from your father, probably because you are the first-born son and he wanted to retire to a tropical island with your mother, which is something a couple their age should do. I mean, they’d given a lot of years to—”Allan kissed her to shut her up. It was nice to hear her rambling again and ever better to feel her lips against his. But they needed to clear the air befo

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