His Forbidden Conquest: A Moment on the Lips / The Best Mistake of Her Life / Not Just Friends. Kate Hoffmann

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would be convenient for you?’

      ‘Now?’

      ‘Now?’ She almost squeaked the word into the phone. Whoever had a business meeting at this time of the evening?

      Then again, she didn’t need any more time to prepare. There wasn’t anything she could add to make her case. ‘OK. Um, do you know where my office is?’

      ‘Yes.’

      Stupid question. Of course he did. He’d been planning to buy the business. No doubt he’d met her grandfather here. ‘Good. I’ll, um, see you in a bit, then.’

       ‘Ciao.’

      Her hand was still shaking slightly when she put the phone down. Well, she’d done it now. She was going to have to go through with it. Anyway, what was the worst thing that could happen? Just that he’d refuse. And if he did that, she’d still be in the same position she was in now. It wouldn’t make things any more difficult. So it was ridiculous to feel so nervous about seeing him.

      She busied herself shaking coffee grounds into a cafetière and boiling the kettle. She’d just rearranged the cups on the tray for the third time when she heard the knock at the shop door.

      ‘Thank you for coming, Signor Romano,’ she said as she let him in and locked the door behind him.

      ‘Prego.’ Still perfectly polite and formal. And his face was even less easy to read than his voice. Maybe she should’ve asked him over the phone, instead. It would be a lot easier without those piercing eyes watching her every movement.

      ‘May I offer you some coffee?’ she asked as she led him through to her office.

      ‘Thank you. No milk or sugar.’

      Easy enough. She could do this.

      Except her hand shook as she brought his cup over to the desk, and she spilled coffee all over his suit trousers.

      ‘Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—’

      He cut her off with a shrug. ‘No problem. It’ll come out in the wash.’

      But he was unsmiling. Grim, even. And her heart sank. Why had she ever been daft enough to think he was going to agree to this? It wasn’t just a risky strategy, it was an insane one.

      ‘So what did you want to run past me?’ he asked.

      She placed her own coffee very carefully on her desk and sat down. ‘I’ve looked at Nonno’s books.’

      ‘And? ‘

      ‘And you have a point. I admit it. I don’t have the experience to turn things round. But—’ she sucked in a breath ‘—if you’d agree to mentor me, I could do it.’

      ‘Mentor you.’ Again, his voice and his face were completely expressionless. She had no idea whether he was amused, outraged, surprised, interested. Definitely not a man to play poker against.

      And then he was silent.

      Thinking about it, maybe. Did she interrupt, or give him space, or what?

      ‘What’s in it for me?’ he asked eventually.

      ‘How about, you can say “I told you so” and feel really, really smug?’

      That earned her a smile, and maybe the slightest softening in those beautiful dark eyes—which gave her enough heart to continue. ‘Seriously, I can pay you to mentor me,’ she said. ‘Tell me what you charge.’

      ‘More than you can afford, Princess. Remember, I’ve already seen your books.’

      Princess? That rankled. But she could hardly have a hissy fit on him. Not if she wanted him to help her.

      ‘I can pay you,’ she insisted.

      ‘How?’

      She took a deep breath. ‘I could …’ She licked her lower lip. She could sell her jewellery. It would hurt—especially parting with the watch that her grandparents had given her for her twenty-first—but if she could save the business and make her grandparents proud of her, it would be worth it.

      He clearly mistook her pause, because he raised an eyebrow. ‘I’m thirty years old. I’ve never had to pay for sex before, Princess, and I have no intention of starting now.’

      ‘I d-didn’t mean that,’ she stuttered, feeling her face flood with colour. ‘I was going to say, I can sell some of my jewellery.’

      Except now he’d put a picture in her head. One that was even more inappropriate than the one that had been there the last time she’d met him. A picture of him naked, in her bed. Buried deep inside her.

      Oh, help. She really needed to get a grip. This was about business.

      ‘Why?’ he asked.

      ‘Why?’ Think, Caz, think. Except she didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. The circuits in her brain had just scrambled.

      ‘Why do you want me to mentor you?’

      Oh. Yes. The reason she’d asked him here in the first place. The reason that should’ve been uppermost in her mind. Except that picture in her head had got in the way. Big time. She took a deep breath. ‘I’m asking you to mentor me because you have experience at turning businesses round.’ She listed the last three restaurants he’d bought, and the dates.

      He raised an eyebrow. ‘Done your homework, then, Princess?’

      ‘Don’t call me that!’ She glared at him.

      Then she remembered. She was asking him a favour. She had to play nice. ‘Please,’ she added belatedly. ‘My name’s Carenza.’

      ‘Carenza.’ It sounded like a caress, the way he said it. All deep and husky and sexy as hell.

      No. She had to focus.

      ‘You were right, Signor Romano. I don’t have the experience to turn the business round.’

      ‘And you’re eating humble pie.’ He inclined his head. ‘Interesting.’

      ‘Why do you have such a low opinion of me?’ she asked.

      ‘Because I know your type.’ He paused, giving her a measured look. ‘Princess.’

      It took all her effort not to glower at him. ‘I’m not a princess,’ she said coolly.

      ‘Put your feet on the desk.’

      She frowned. ‘What?’

      ‘Put your feet on the desk,’ he repeated.

      She had no idea what he was driving at, but she did as he requested.

      ‘Look at your shoes. High-end designer brand. They’d cost almost a

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