Much to his chagrin, he had to concede that she hadn’t been talking complete gibberish. He ran a hand around the back of his neck. Unfortunately, he knew exactly who Melanie Parker was. And, if what this woman said was true—if her sister was in hospital, claiming to be pregnant—then things could get very sticky. Obviously the Parker sisters were going for the jugular. Who else knew about this? There was only one thing to do. He would have to keep Alicia Parker close, until he got to the bottom of this mess and discovered the real truth. Until he found out exactly what it would take to nip this in the bud.
His mouth twisted after he downed the last of the dark liquid. With the news of his new love affair no doubt hitting the news-stands within the next twelve hours, it wouldn’t be hard to keep her close. A sudden image of her naked breast made his hand tighten on the glass. The last thing he needed right now was a libido brought to life by this…stranger who was threatening the equilibrium he so favoured in his life. But already his blood felt hot running through his veins, his heart picked up a rhythm and, as if possessed, when he closed his eyes all he could imagine was going back upstairs, wrapping a long skein of rippling hair around his hand, bending down and taking that lush, soft mouth with his. He wanted to taste her again, wondered if she would feel tight around him…
Not used to such carnal images invading his thoughts, he stood, agitated, and strode across the room, poured himself another shot, swallowing it back in one gulp. There was no doubt about it, they must be working as a team, the two sisters, or friends, whatever they were. It wasn’t even a particularly sophisticated scam, but it was a scam nonetheless and one he would reveal quite effortlessly. His insides lurched at the thought that someone believed he could be stung—again.
He’d learnt his lesson the first time round.
This was not the time to become embroiled in some tabloid hell, fielding false accusations of fatherhood. These women—Alicia Parker and Melanie Parker—were obviously determined to see him publicly humiliated in order to extract money and, with the negotiations so close, no doubt the story of the accident was a ruse to inspire urgency.
If there was ever a time in his life when he needed calm waters, this was it. Too many people depended on him to let a stupid news story created by gold-diggers mess things up. He walked back to the desk and picked up the phone, making the first of a few calls.
CHAPTER THREE
ALICIA stood by the window, the spectacular view outside going unnoticed. It was early the following morning. She was back in her own freshly laundered clothes. She’d tied her hair back in a plait and it hung down her back, between her shoulder blades. She felt tense and worried, wanted to call the hospital to see how Melanie was, see if she’d woken up.
In the cold light of day she couldn’t believe everything that had happened. And couldn’t believe that she’d slept for almost eight hours straight. Dead to the world. In his house. She’d fought the tiredness for the longest time, sitting on the floor with her back against the wall, watching the door, but her eyes had kept closing, her head jerking.
She’d tried not to give in, had told herself that she’d only close her eyes for a few minutes…but, unable to resist the lure of hot water, even just washing her face and rinsing out her underwear, the soft robe, the even softer bed…she’d fallen into the abyss that had been calling her for weeks now. Here of all places—some protective older sister that made her. Maybe it was the effects of her lingering cold as well. She was useless. She should never have come, never have left—
The key turned in the lock and she jumped around, her heart lurching crazily. Dante D’Aquanni stood in the doorway. He took her breath away. He was even more shockingly handsome in the stark daylight. Dressed in black trousers, a dark grey shirt, he looked effortlessly cool, stylish and very much the successful businessman. And he also looked extremely annoyed. Any wish to try and make him see reason flew out of the window and Alicia felt her spine straighten; the familiar pain in her lower back made itself felt again, like a dull ache. She knew she shouldn’t have been doing so much, not to mention scrambling through bushes, only to be thrown over this man’s shoulder. Her insides went hot at the thought of that, cancelling out the pain.
‘Mr D’Aquanni—’
He lifted a terse hand, halting her in her tracks when she took a tentative step forward. He came into the room with her bag and held out her phone. She reached for them eagerly. Her phone was still on silent and on the screen there were numerous missed calls listed, all from the hospital. Her bag fell out of nerveless fingers. Her face went white as she forgot everything and dialled the number.
Turning her back on Dante, she asked for the ward sister when a voice answered. What she heard when the woman came on the line made her eyes close and she said a few shaken words.
After cutting the connection she turned to face Dante D’Aquanni and he was surprised to see moisture in her eyes. He hadn’t been expecting that. He still felt slightly winded at seeing her just now, in the clear light of day. That mass of curly hair was pulled back, yet some tendrils of silky spirals were coming loose. Her eyes were huge—almost too big for her small, heart-shaped face—and dark brown. Like velvet. It was hard to focus for a second.
But, as if he’d imagined it, the sheen of moisture in her eyes was gone, blinked away. She reminded him of a hissing kitten and he felt, above anything else, a curious need to reassure, protect. He had to smile inwardly to himself. She was certainly putting on a show worthy of an award—some operator.
Panic mixed with relief made Alicia’s voice feel constricted. The connection had been bad but she’d heard enough. ‘That was the hospital; they’ve been trying to reach me. My sister has woken up and she’s asking for me, I have to go to her now.’ She’d worry about how later… This whole plan had been an unmitigated disaster and Alicia could only hope that Dante would let her go.
‘I know,’ he said curtly. The deep timbre of his voice resonated within her like some kind of sensual pull on her senses. It took a second for his words to sink in. He knew?
Dante’s mouth tightened to a harsh line. Now that he’d had a glimpse of what was underneath the baggy clothes, he couldn’t be unaware of the effects, which gripped him with surprising and unwelcome force.
Alicia looked up into dark eyes. When had he moved so close that she could touch him? She frowned slightly, annoyed that he could be so cool, calm, unflappable.
‘How do you know?’
A muscle flickered in his jaw. ‘There’s plenty I know, Miss Parker. And there’s plenty more I’m going to know when we get to England.’
Relief flooded her, even as something very contradictory and ugly raised its head in the pit of her belly. ‘You mean, you agree? That is, you’re not going to deny that you’re the father any more?’
He shook his head abruptly, irritation flashing across his face. He could practically see the pound signs in her devious eyes. ‘No. That’s where you’re still wrong. There is no doubt in my mind that I am not the father of your sister’s baby. That is if she is even pregnant.’
Alicia bristled, incensed that he could still be denying it. ‘Of course she’s pregnant; she has a bump for crying out loud. She is not a liar. You are the father. She specifically told me—’
He swiped his hand again. ‘If she did then she’s lying. This conversation is boring me. Let’s go.’
He turned and walked from the room. Alicia grabbed her bag before
