a little with the hint of a paunch or a receding hairline. No, there he was in all his magnificence, drop-dead, gloriously beautiful and lethal as a toxin to her peace of mind. She crossed her legs in haste, innately aware of the hum starting up between them, a fiercely disconcerting reminder of what proximity to Raffaele did to her. She gulped down her champagne in the hope of cooling the heat flooding her and almost winced as she recognised the tingling of her tightening nipples.
That was what Raffaele did to her and mercifully he was the only man who affected her that way, because she loathed the feeling that she was out of control of her own body. It was unnerving and rather humiliating to be physically crushing on him like a schoolgirl. She smiled stiffly as he refilled her glass, determined not to show her inner turmoil.
‘You have a beautiful body,’ Raffaele said almost prosaically as he straightened again.
‘What on earth are you saying that to me for?’ Vivi demanded defensively.
‘Presumably you wanted me to notice your body or you wouldn’t be showing off so much of it,’ Raffaele countered drily.
‘That wasn’t meant to be personal!’ Vivi almost spat back at him in rebuke. ‘I planned to embarrass you, not show off anything to you!’
‘Relax... I’m enjoying the view,’ Raffaele murmured silkily. ‘It’s time for us to move into the dining room and eat.’
Vivi plunged upright with relief and almost toppled back down again as she rocked inelegantly in the very high Perspex wedges she sported.
To her annoyance, Raffaele stretched out a hand to clasp her elbow and steady her. She felt the heat and strength of those long brown fingers right down to the marrow in her bones, she thought fancifully, while an alarming arrow of awareness sliced through her body and coiled into a ball of heat in her pelvis. She glanced up at him on the way out into the hall and encountered stunning dark eyes that glittered as though shot through with diamonds. He had the most amazingly long, thick lashes, she noted abstractedly, her chest tightening as her breathing shorted out. For a split second, meeting those eyes, she wasn’t even aware of where she was. A terrifying kind of blankness invaded her brain and she drank deep of her champagne again, desperate to do something with her restless hands.
The dining room, as stately as the drawing room, was splendid enough to command her attention. The room exuded discreet Georgian elegance from the marble fireplace to the opulent drapes at the windows and the beautifully set table, gleaming with crystal and silver and ornamented with fresh flowers.
‘This is very formal just for the two of us,’ she muttered, even more ill at ease in her clothing against such a backdrop.
‘I didn’t want to disappoint Willard.’
‘Willard?’
‘My butler here, inherited from my father and nothing will persuade him to retire,’ Raffaele murmured in a rueful undertone. ‘He has no family of his own. Over the years, my sister and I have become his family.’
‘It’s rather sweet that you haven’t forced him into retirement,’ Vivi commented helplessly, betraying her surprise as she looked across the table at him.
‘He was very good to me when I was a child,’ Raffaele admitted grudgingly. ‘But he does enjoy the ceremony of doing things the same way he did them for my father. He doesn’t realise that the world has moved on.’
As Vivi savoured a mouthful of food, she tilted her head back. ‘So, you can be kind. What a shame you weren’t kind to me!’
Raffaele set his teeth together hard. ‘But I am not guilty of having labelled you a prostitute in the press. That was a tabloid invention for a headline, nothing whatsoever to do with me.’
Vivi shrugged. ‘But you still believed that of me,’ she condemned. ‘Even though you had got to know me as Arianna’s friend.’
‘I thought I had got to know you,’ Raffaele conceded in scathing interruption.
‘You had got to know me,’ Vivi said again steadily as the second course slid before her. ‘You just wanted a scapegoat.’
‘I’m not like that,’ Raffaele said icily.
Vivi rolled her eyes in expressive disagreement and tucked into her food with surprising appetite. When she had agreed to dine with him, she had had a plan in place. For the sake of her self-esteem, she had to clear her own name with him and force him to see that he had got everything wrong. ‘You are exactly like that,’ she disagreed. ‘You make up your mind about something or someone and you don’t revisit the decision.’
‘I have a logical mind,’ Raffaele countered coolly, noting the way her eyes darkened, her colour lifted and her breathing quickened when she began to get angry.
Vivi sucked in a deep breath and riveted his attention to the natural shift of her small unbound breasts beneath her stretchy top. ‘I had only been in that receptionist job for two weeks. It was my very first paid employment and I only took it because I couldn’t get anything better in the short term and I needed to work to pay my rent,’ Vivi told him resolutely.
A sardonic quirk curling his wide sensual mouth, Raffaele struggled to regain his concentration with the taut peaks of her breasts creating indents in the fabric of her top. He wondered if that was the true intention behind her revealing clothing. An aid to distract him rather than an intended embarrassment? It was very basic, he reasoned with clenched teeth, striving not to linger on the view across the table. He was a red-blooded man and she turned him on hard and fast.
‘You don’t look like you’re listening,’ Vivi complained.
‘I’m listening,’ Raffaele growled.
‘Well, you don’t have to be so bad-tempered about it!’ Vivi tossed at him, pushing away her empty plate and studying him expectantly, her attention welded to his lean, darkly handsome features. ‘I’m trying to explain.’
‘I didn’t ask you to explain anything,’ Raffaele incised. ‘In fact, I think it would be much more sensible if we avoid discussing the past.’
Vivi groaned at that discouraging response and rolled her eyes heavenward again.
‘Try not to roll your eyes...it irritates me,’ Raffaele warned her.
Vivi clenched her teeth together hard and thrust back her chair to stand up, lifting her champagne glass and saluting him with an ironic look. ‘What a charmer you can be,’ she replied thinly. ‘As I was saying...’
‘Very, very slowly,’ Raffaele slotted in drily.
‘Because you weren’t listening!’ Vivi fired back at him in sharp rebuke. ‘And there’s no point me talking if you’re not listening!’
Raffaele stood up and watched her walk aimlessly across the room, the short skirt swishing above her long slender thighs and accentuating her curvy little behind, the ridiculous shoes merely making the perfection of her legs and delicate ankles more obvious. He released his breath in a controlled hiss, tense and angry about the level of his arousal and on another level outraged by the way she kept up the backchat.
‘Get to the point,’ he urged impatiently.
Vivi shot
