to meet his questioning gaze.
‘This is the principle guest suite and where we can change for dinner, or rest until we head back to New York this evening.’
Liev bit back against the urge to walk out right now and go back to New York. How could he have thought coming here was a good idea? He could feel his frozen emotions thawing, more rapidly than he was comfortable with, and knew the iron-strong will which served as his barrier against everyone was failing. He shouldn’t feel anything for Bianca. She was a means to an end, a tool which turned the wheel of his revenge.
He could understand her need to pacify her grandfather about the engagement. It was making headlines, and even if he was frail and elderly, the old man would want to know who it was his granddaughter had become engaged to. But being here, in the home he’d raised all the Di Sione children, including Dario, was too intimate, too personal.
Just as sleeping with Bianca had been. Not only sleeping with her, but taking her virginity, damn it. Guilt continued to eat away at him over that.
‘I have no intention of staying here any longer than necessary.’ He snapped the words out as he looked at the view from the doors which opened out onto a magnificent balcony. ‘It’s not as if the engagement is permanent. I only agreed to this so you could do what was needed to put your grandfather’s mind at rest. Nothing more.’
He didn’t need to look at Bianca to know she was bristling with indignation. He could feel it in the hot afternoon air.
‘I apologise for the inconvenience, but just because you are ruthless and cold-hearted doesn’t mean I am. I care about my grandfather, and even if this damn engagement is fake, I will not give him cause to worry about me. I played along with your photoshoot, gave you all you needed and more, so now you will afford me the same courtesy.’
He turned to look at her, hostility rushing off her in waves as she made yet more demands on him. The vulnerable woman he’d begun to glimpse on their last dates, the one who’d tantalisingly revealed herself over the past few days, had now gone. And why wouldn’t she? This was her family home, her territory. Just as she’d been emotionally exposed at his island villa, so he was here.
‘I will do my best to convince your grandfather I am worthy of calling myself your fiancé.’ Why it mattered to him when all he wanted was to avenge his parents was beyond reason right now, adding to those exposed emotions he was desperate to hide.
‘Thank you. Now if you will excuse me, I must just go and see my grandfather quickly.’
* * *
Bianca rushed from the room, desperate to calm herself before she saw her grandfather, but with the hum of desire still heating her body and the anger at herself for having responded to Liev’s expert touch, she doubted the short walk to her grandfather’s suite would do that. The hours on the plane, then trapped with Liev in his car, had been too much. The memory of her night in his bed was burning in her mind, so much she doubted it would ever fade.
Unnerved by how she’d all but begged him to make love to her, she smoothed down her dress and took a deep breath before knocking on her grandfather’s door. His frail voice called her in and her insides contracted, sure he would want to know if she had made any progress with the bracelet.
‘Hi,’ she said as she walked in, trying not to show how shocked she was by his ever-weakening health. Damn Liev and his blackmail. That emotion mixed uncomfortably with the passion she and Liev had shared and guilt added to the potent cocktail.
‘Bianca,’ he said with a smile, and he gestured for her to come closer. He took her hands in his and looked at the large diamond ring on her finger. ‘It is true, then. My Bianca has finally succumbed to love.’
‘Don’t.’ She smiled down at him, knowing he was only teasing. It was just a little too close to the truth. How had she even fallen for a man who used such underhand tactics as blackmail?
‘I just want you to be happy, Bianca, and whatever you do, don’t waste a chance of love if it comes along.’ His words, though frail, were steeped in deeper meaning.
‘No, I won’t.’ She had to paste a smile on her lips as she looked down at him. ‘But you rest now and later you can meet Liev.’
As she walked back to the suite, the guilt of deceiving her grandfather weighed heavily on her mind. What would he say when the engagement ended? He would be heartbroken for her; she knew that much. What would anyone say when it became public knowledge? Would all the effort she’d put into Liev’s acceptance by society be wasted as soon as word got out they were no longer engaged?
She could hear Liev talking on the phone as she opened the door to the suite. The Russian words were so alien to her that she had to stop and listen, but the coldness of his tone could not be mistaken. Whoever was on the other end of the phone had definitely angered him.
He met her gaze and ended the call. ‘My assistant in St Petersburg.’
‘Not bad news, I hope.’
‘No, not all.’ He stood and looked at her for a moment, as if seeing her for the first time. ‘How was your grandfather?’
The fact that he’d asked knocked her emotionally off balance and she blinked back the urge to give in to the tears which had prickled in her eyes since she’d left the old man’s rooms. She wished there was another way to get the bracelet. Not only was she lying to her grandfather and entire family, but she’d lost her heart and her virginity, given them away to a ruthless blackmailer who wasn’t even capable of love.
‘Frail, but looking forward to meeting you.’
‘Are any of your brothers or sisters here too?’ he asked as he sat down on the elegant white sofa, looking so relaxed it could almost be his home.
‘No. It’s just us here this evening.’ She thought of Allegra and wished she was here to guide her, though not with dealing with Liev and his blackmail tactics. That she could manage herself. What she needed help with was the way he made her feel, the way her heart leapt and her pulse raced just from thinking about him. The way she missed him when he wasn’t around. The way he’d awakened the woman within. It was all too real.
‘You look tired,’ he said as he stood up and came to her, guiding her to the sofa he’d just been sitting on. The genuine concern in his voice almost finished her. ‘Sit down and relax.’
She sat down, a little surprised when he sat next to her, his knee touching hers as he moved closer. ‘I know you don’t have brothers or sisters, but do you have cousins or other family?’ His mention of her family made her realise they still knew very little of each other. It shocked her to realise she wanted to know more about him, more about his family, his home.
‘No, I was an only child, which was hard when my parents died.’ He looked at her and she saw sadness in his eyes, the same sadness she felt when she thought of her parents. For him it was different. Not worse, just different. She could barely remember hers; he would have formed many memories with his.
Suddenly the need to talk washed over her like an incoming tide. ‘I can hardly remember my mother and the only images I have of my father are from photos. I did have brothers and sisters though. You had nobody. That must have been hard.’
* * *
Liev watched her beautiful face. She looked so defenceless his heart constricted
