know nothing about that.”
“You were sharing a room with him. You had to know he’d left your room, gone downstairs—”
“He said he needed a drink.”
Maximos’s expression openly mocked her. “You have an answer for everything, don’t you?”
“But it’s the truth.”
“The truth,” he echoed softly, head tilting as he studied her. “Tell me the truth, then. Are you really engaged? Is there going to be an April wedding?”
Everything was happening too fast. Things had gotten wildly out of control. Cass reached behind her for the edge of the bed and sat down.
“Well?” he prompted.
She promised Emilio she’d play the part for the weekend, it was just the weekend, but right now Sunday was still so far away, two and a half days away, two endless days away…
But she’d promised, promised. Cass put a hand to her stomach, nauseous, hating the charade, wanting to come clean. She’d always been honest with Maximos. Or at least as honest as he’d allowed her to be… “Of course there’s a wedding,” she whispered, unable to look him in the eye.
“His family isn’t from Padua.”
Her shoulders lifted, fell.
“Why are you marrying in Padua?”
She swallowed. “He thought it was romantic—”
“That’s not why.”
She looked up at him. His features were granite hard, his dark eyes fierce and fixed on her face. “Then I don’t know why, Maximos. Okay?”
He was walking around her, a strange stalking that left her deeply uneasy. “It’s not okay. You say you’re marrying him. That means you must love him. So why don’t you know him better?” He stopped in front of her, towering over her. “And why did you agree to marry in Padua? He’s not from there. He doesn’t have a home there and I’m quite sure you’ve never been there.”
“It sounded romantic—”
“That’s not it.” Maximos suddenly crouched before her, his arms on either side of her, hands against her hips locking her in place. “You’re lying, Cass. And I don’t know if you’re lying to yourself, or lying to me, but I won’t let you do it. This isn’t you, isn’t like you—”
She tried to pull back but there was no escape. “You don’t know me!”
“Not know you?” He laughed, his dark features twisting with disbelief. “I know everything about you.”
CHAPTER FOUR
CASS was dangerously close to tears but she wouldn’t give in to them, wouldn’t give in to him. He’d made their lives a living hell by playing her…using her…letting her hope, dream…
“Wrong!” she choked, hands knotted, fingers fisted. “You know what you wanted to know. You believed what you wanted to believe. But one thing is truth, the other is fantasy, and I’ll tell you the truth. I’m not the girl I was.” She threw her head back, her face flushed, her skin so hot she thought it would peel off. “And I’m not playing nice anymore.”
“Obviously not. If he can convince you to play along with his little charade—”
“It’s not a charade.”
“Well, bella, I’d be willing to bet you one hundred thousand dollars there’s no wedding, and that if I called the churches in Padua, there’s nothing on the books, and if I pressed you harder, you’d tell me there’s no ring, no engagement, nothing of substance here.” He stared into her face, his body close, too close, heat and power emanating from him in waves. “Care to make that bet?”
For a moment she couldn’t answer, the air bottled in her lungs and all she could do was remember the way he’d taken her against the wall, taken advantage of her body, her senses, the way he played her then even as he did now.
Maximos did know her. He knew her too well. “No,” she whispered.
“No,” he echoed, a half smile shaping his lips. “I didn’t think so.”
He abruptly rose and she scooted back on the bed, watching him take several steps back. His jaw jutted, his anger was palpable. “So how much is Sobato paying you?”
“He’s not paying me anything!”
“So what then was your price? Because you must have been damn expensive. Did he offer cash? Stocks? Ownership in the company?”
“You make me sound like a prostitute!”
“Close enough in my mind. First you’re my mistress and now you’re his.”
“I’m not his mistress.” She jumped from the bed, marched on him. “I’m not his mistress. He’s paid me nothing, offered me nothing. He knew I wanted to see you, knew I needed to see you—”
“Why?”
She was angry, so angry she could hardly see straight. Her hands clenched, her chest rose and fell. “Because I thought I still cared about you. I thought there was something between us—” she broke off, shook her head, livid “—obviously I was wrong.”
“If you wanted to talk to me, you could have called me.”
“You wouldn’t have talked.” Her eyes felt hot with tears. “You never talk on the phone. You hardly say anything even when we’re together. You communicate with sex—”
“Maximos?” A young woman stood hesitantly in the doorway. Dark hair, medium height, she was very slender, almost ethereal in her pale pink slip dress, the delicate straps of the dress highlighting her perfect shoulders tanned a honey-bronze and the hint of high full breasts molded by the delicate pink fabric. “I’ve been sent to find you.”
Maximos glanced at his watch. “I’m late,” he said with a sigh.
“You are,” she agreed, smiling a little, less nervous than she’d been moments ago. “And your mother is already in the car.”
Maximos understood. He headed toward the door, and approaching the young woman, he kissed her on both cheeks. “My mother’s fretting.”
The woman’s expression was mischievous. “She is your mother after all.”
Cass’s tummy flipped at the playful, and yet intimate, exchange. They were close, Cass realized, and it crossed her mind that they might just be more than friends…
Cass looked away as Maximos dropped a kiss on the woman’s forehead. “Tell Mother I’ll be right down.”
“Okay,” she answered, before whispering something in his ear that made him laugh and then disappearing again down the hall.
But Maximos’s laugher died as he turned
