to love it. Their afternoons would be spent visiting Alfonso and then in the evening Vieri would disappear into his office and she wouldn’t see him again. Despite being able to choose from the hotel’s extensive menu, prepared by one of Sicily’s top chefs, Harper had little appetite. Eating alone on the sofa, she would spend her time making calls to her father or searching social media sites on the Internet in the hope of finding some information about Leah. But there was nothing. Which only made her worry deepen still further.
Now she moved to sit on one of the cream leather sofas. ‘I did think Alfonso was looking better today, but that doesn’t alter the fact that he knows our engagement is a sham. You underestimate how sharp he is.’
‘I can assure you I never underestimate anything about my godfather.’ Vieri seated himself on the sofa opposite her, the ice clinking in the glass. He sounded vaguely irritated, as if she was a slightly annoying appendage that had to be tolerated in order to solve a problem. Which she supposed she was. But the more he treated her like that, the more Harper found she couldn’t hold her tongue. She was forthright by nature, and if something needed to be said, she couldn’t help but say it. Even if every broodingly dark muscle of Vieri’s finely honed body was silently telling her to shut up.
‘Then you must have noticed the way he looks at us, the way he takes everything in. He is not fooled by our pretence for a minute, Vieri. If you think he believes us, the only one being fooled is you.’
A muscle twitched ominously in Vieri’s cheek, silently conveying just how close she had come to overstepping the mark.
‘Well.’ With an exhalation of breath he leant back into the sofa, crossing one long leg over the other, his relaxed posture not fooling Harper for a minute. ‘As you seem to be so much more perceptive than me perhaps you would like to suggest what we do about it.’
‘Fine, I will.’ Refusing to be cowed, Harper placed her glass down on the table beside her. It was already half finished. She was drinking far too quickly. ‘First off we need to look as if we like each other—that would be a good start. Make eye contact, for example.’
‘I wasn’t aware we didn’t do that.’
‘Really? You spend more time looking at Alfonso’s nurse than you do me.’
Vieri gave a wry laugh. ‘Not jealous are we, Harper?’
‘Hardly.’ Her reply was too fast, too vehement. ‘Why would I be?’
‘Why indeed?’ Dark brows quirked upwards. ‘So, lack of eye contact, duly noted. What else am I doing wrong? I’m sure you are bursting to tell me.’
Harper frowned as she scanned his supremely confident pose. Yes, there were several things that she would be only too happy to point out to him, but many more she would keep to herself. Like the frantic beat of her blood when she was faced with that midnight-blue stare of his. And the fact that, far from lessening on a longer acquaintance, the impact of his powerful persona and stunning good looks seemed to be having an even more potent effect on her nervous system.
He altered his position, uncrossing his legs and running a hand over his jaw. For all his arrogant ease, Harper could see that he was waiting to hear what she had to say, even if he did intend to totally disregard it. Because beneath that languid exterior, Vieri Romano was as stubborn and unyielding as an iron girder. Well, fine, she was stubborn too. Something her father liked to hurl at her, along with a lot more colourful adjectives, when he couldn’t get her to procure another bottle of whisky for him from the bar at the Lodge, or give him the money so that he could stumble down to the pub for himself.
‘Well, your body language is all wrong,’ she began purposefully. Vieri had asked for his shortcomings so she would give them to him. It was too good an opportunity to miss. ‘And you are far too evasive when Alfonso asks you questions about us. And you jump in all the time, when he is trying to talk to me.’
‘Is that so? Clearly I am no good at this.’ Vieri took another sip of whisky and set the glass down beside him. ‘So, shifty-eyed, stilted posture, evasive and interfering. Is there anything else you would like to add?’
‘No.’ Harper pursed her lips to suppress a rogue smile. ‘I think that’s enough to be going on with.’
‘Bene, then we had better do something about it.’
Harper’s smile knotted inside her. Something about the glint in his eye told her she wasn’t going to like what was coming next. Ditto, his use of the word we.
‘What do you mean?’
‘I suggest we try some role play.’ Somehow he managed to make the idea burn with seductive intent.
Harper’s anxiety spiked. ‘Role play?’
‘Yes.’ His eyes travelled lazily over her increasingly tense frame. ‘A little role play will help us be more comfortable in one another’s presence.’
Being in Vieri’s presence made Harper feel many things but comfortable wasn’t one of them. And she strongly suspected that the sort of role play he was talking about would do nothing to help with that.
‘I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.’ She turned her head away, flustered, desperately trying to escape from the trap that was of her own making.
‘No?’ Rising to his feet, Vieri moved to stand in front of her. ‘Well, it has to be worth a try. Come on, up you get.’
Holding out his hands towards her, he gave them an impatient shake.
Harper swallowed, her mind struggling to come up with something to veto this crazy idea, the excitement tingling through her disobedient body already making this impossible.
Slowly she reached out towards him, preparing herself for the inevitable jolt of awareness that shot through her whenever their hands touched. And yep, there it was again, like a fizz of electricity running through her.
Pulled to her feet, she found herself standing mere inches from Vieri’s towering form, trapped by his height and power and sheer magnetic pull. And when Vieri lightly took hold of her shoulders, drawing her towards him, her heart, which was already beating double time, threatened to leap out of her chest altogether, to make a bid for freedom to prevent any further assaults on its ability to function.
But worse was to come. With a shudder of pleasure, Harper felt his hands skim over her shoulders and down her back, where they settled possessively on either side of her waist, spanning the waistband of her jeans. She tried to move beneath his possessive grip but that only brought her into closer contact with him and as their bodies joined she became acutely aware of his honed shape; the muscles that rippled beneath his broad shoulders, the granite-hard chest pressed against her breasts, the long limbs, one leg slowly edging between her own, sending a thrill of awareness through her as she sensed his growing arousal. Harper let out a gasp.
‘Hmm.’ Vieri moved his hands to her back and, lowering his head, whispered in her ear. ‘Interesting.’ Sweeping aside her hair, he very gently pressed his lips below her earlobe, before lightly travelling down the sweep of her neck. Oh, dear Lord. Eyes tightly closed, Harper involuntarily angled her head to allow him more access.
‘It seems we have found a connection.’ He raised his head and Harper opened her eyes to meet his. ‘Perhaps this won’t be as hard as we thought.’
Or a whole lot harder. Fighting to catch
