minutes to spare, and she caught up her evening purse and headed out to the lounge in time to hear the buzz of the in-house phone.
Alessandro. Yet caution had her checking the visual monitor before relaying she was on her way down.
A clutch of nerves rose in her stomach as the lift descended, and she took a deep calming breath scant seconds before the steel doors opened onto the foyer.
This was just dinner. For four, not à deux.
So chill, smile and have a great time.
Yet she only had to look at him to know she was way out of her depth.
The chiselled facial features, the dark, almost black eyes, which saw much more than she wanted them to. As to his mouth … the memory of how it felt possessing her own was so vivid, she barely controlled a faint quiver.
Deal with it.
And she did, offering a generous smile as she moved to his side. ‘Hi.’ Too bright, too much?
‘Buona sera, Liliana.’
There it was again … Liliana. Did he know what it did to her?
‘Shall we go?’
How was it possible to look forward to sharing dinner with a man who turned her emotions every which way, when all she felt impelled to do was to retreat to safety?
It didn’t make sense.
‘You’re interested in restoring old buildings,’ Lily ventured as they purred through the streets. ‘Are you working on a project at the moment?’
‘Yes. There are various stipulations in place. Permissions to be granted, the submission and approval of plans. The legalities involved. All of which can become a long process.’
‘Bureaucracy and red tape while numerous sources confer, consult and compare,’ she lightly posed, and glimpsed his wry smile.
‘Occasionally for several months.’
‘I imagine patience is key.’
He spared her a glance. ‘You don’t consider me to be a patient man?’
Lily considered him carefully. ‘Perhaps,’ she conceded. ‘If you wanted something enough.’
The man seated at her side was capable of achieving whatever he wanted, by whatever means it took to gain his objective. For beneath the sophisticated exterior was a ruthlessness born from a need to survive at any cost.
A loyal friend, she perceived, but a dangerous adversary.
It didn’t help that she was incredibly aware of him, the primitive sensuality he generated with no seeming effort at all. He had the look of a man who knew everything there was to know about women, what they wanted, needed, and the skill to deliver—in bed, and out of it.
Where had that come from?
Like she needed another man’s touch?
She’d sworn off men, remember? All men.
Especially men of Alessandro’s calibre. With whom even the lightest dalliance would be akin to treading a precarious path through an emotional minefield.
The light touch of his hand at the back of her waist felt warm, almost protective as he guided her towards the bar where Giarda and Massimo were seated.
Giarda stood and brushed her lips to Lily’s cheek. ‘It is so good to see you both,’ she greeted, and repeated the action with Alessandro, with Massimo following suit.
‘We shall have a drink together before moving to our table,’ Giarda indicated, and Massimo’s eyes gleamed with latent humour.
‘My wife likes to be in charge.’
‘Because it amuses you to allow me to do so,’ Giarda responded sweetly.
The chemistry between them was almost palpable, and Lily felt a momentary tinge of envy. They looked so good together, so right. It made her faintly wistful that such a shared passion would be missing from her own life.
Once bitten, twice shy … kind of said it all.
It was interesting to see that both Alessandro and Massimo appeared to be the best of friends, as well as business associates. Any past rivalry had obviously been dispensed with long ago.
The restaurant seemed to be a favourite among the social elite, of whom Massimo, Giarda and Alessandro obviously ranked highly, given the almost obsequious attention accorded them by the maître d’ and wait-staff.
The food was perfection, the presentation superb. On a scale of one to ten, Lily mentally afforded top marks.
They had just finished the main course when Giarda lifted her goblet of wine and took an appreciative sip, then returned the goblet to the table.
‘In a couple of weeks Massimo and I celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary,’ she began, pausing to smile at her husband. ‘We are hosting a party at our Lake Maggiore villa on the Saturday evening, and we want to invite you both for the weekend to share the celebration with us. There will be a Sunday brunch on board as we cruise the lakes. It will be wonderful to have you join us,’ she concluded with genuine warmth.
‘Grazie, Giarda,’ Alessandro said with an affectionate smile. ‘We accept with pleasure.’
Lily’s eyes widened. Hang on a minute, there is no we. Besides, she was rostered to work on Saturday and Sunday for the next few weeks.
‘I’m afraid I’ll have to decline,’ Lily said with regret. ‘I’ll be working the weekend.’
Giarda looked genuinely disappointed for a few seconds, then she smiled. ‘I’m sure if you approach your boss, he will arrange for you to reschedule.’
Saturday evening was usually a restaurant’s busiest night. ‘I don’t think it will be possible.’
‘Lily, promise me you will ask,’ Giarda pleaded persuasively, and Lily inclined her head.
‘I’ll approach the head chef tomorrow.’
‘You could go straight to the top and ask your boss now.’
To place a call on her cell-phone during dinner seemed incredibly impolite, and she was about to say so when Giarda offered quietly,
‘He is seated at this table.’
Lily’s eyes widened with surprise as she cast a startled glance at Massimo, who silently indicated Alessandro.
Alessandro owned the restaurant where she worked?
It took mere seconds for everything to click into place. Sophia’s choice of restaurant for lunch, the opportunity to work there. Happenstance was a fine thing, but in this instance it seemed too coincidental
