no choice but to stay, but she did not have to stay here. She would return to the guesthouse. Even if it meant having to put it on a credit card and negotiate the busy metro every morning, she needed her escape.
‘Excuse me.’ Faye caught the attention of a passing waiter, ignoring Dante as he stiffened. ‘Please could you order me a taxi to Piazza Indipendenza? Grazie.’
‘That won’t be necessary, Michele. I will drive Miss Matteson. Thank you,’ Dante interjected, almost before she had even finished. The waiter was dismissed instantly and was so professional that not a hint of perplexity crossed his face.
‘You’ve been drinking. You’re not driving me anywhere!’ Faye made no effort to tone down the volume of her anger now. She had had enough of this rollercoaster of emotions. One minute he was masquerading as a reasonable human being, and the next he was verging on the tyrannical.
‘I’m glad you agree. I will not be driving you anywhere, because we have established that you will stay here—have we not?’
‘I have agreed to work for you. Where I stay has no bearing upon that. I will make sure I am on time, if that is your concern.’
‘That is not my concern, and it shall not be yours either. Living here is as much part of your experience as your work here during the day. It is not up for debate.’
No, nothing he decided was up for debate, was it? And no wonder, when his world was full of people pandering to his every need, treating his every word like the Holy Grail. But whilst he might get her diffident agreement, he would not have this ridiculous facade of civility any longer. She would get on with what she was here to do, and spend as little time in his company as possible.
‘I wish to go to bed. I had a late flight.’
‘Bed? Why, you should have said earlier.’ He rose, his hand moving to her elbow and his mouth lifting into a lazy lopsided grin that was at odds with the brooding intensity she had seen on his face for most of the day.
How was he allowed to look so good when he was so damned unscrupulous? She tried not to notice. She had allowed him to trample over her youthful emotions wearing that sexy smile once before, and she was not going to let him do it again.
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