“Signorina, I would never insult yo

“Signorina, I would never insult you by thinking it would not be a long treasure hunt. You’d require a lot of work.”
“Signora,” she corrected. “I am married.”
His face pulled into a low, sad look. “Pity.”
“Somehow, I think you knew.”
“Perhaps. But let me introduce myself formally. I am Count Michael Conte.”
“Alexa McKenz—er, Alexa Ryan.”
He caught her slip-up and seemed to make a mental note. “Newly married, yes?”
“Yes.”
“Yet you wander the hallways alone, and were not seen in the company of your husband all night.” He shook his head. “These American ways are tragic.”
“My husband is here on business.”
“Nicholas Ryan, correct?”
She nodded. “You should know him well. He’s making a pitch for the waterfront deal.”
Michael kept his face neutral. Obviously, behind his charming facade lurked a sharp businessman and she bet he knew her identity when he approached. Nick underestimated Conte if he believed a conversation would soften him. This man obviously kept business and pleasure in two separate worlds.
“I have not had the pleasure of meeting him as of yet.” He leaned in ever so slightly. His musky cologne rose in the air between them. His eyes met and held her own. She waited for a blast of sexual energy, a hum of chemistry, a note of hunger to shake her body and confirm Nick Ryan wasn’t the cause of her problems.
Nothing. Not even a spark.
With a tiny inward sigh, she resigned herself to battling her attraction for Nick and admitted maybe she still harbored a crush from her girlhood days. If Michael Conte couldn’t stir a shred of sexual emotion, she was in deep trouble.
Alexa sighed. “I think you will love my husband as much as I do,” she said.
He received her message and accepted the implication with grace. “We shall see. As for us, we will be friends, no?”
She smiled. “Yes. Friends.”
“I will accompany you back to the dining room for a cordial and you will tell me all about yourself.”
She accepted his arm and allowed herself to be led out of the library. “You know, Michael, I think I have the perfect woman for you. She’s a close friend of mine. And she may be your match.”
“You underestimate yourself, signora.” He gave a naughty wink. “I am still grieving your loss.”
She laughed as they entered the dining room, then looked up in surprise when her husband stepped in front of them. He towered over her with an intimidating air. She opened her mouth to speak, but he reached out and pulled her into his embrace. A moment passed before she was able to form the words. “Hello, darling. I was chatting with Signore Conte. I don’t think you two have formally met yet?”
The men sized each other up like they would just before a cock fight. Nick was the first to surrender. Probably for good business reasons and not anything to do with testosterone.
Nick offered his hand. “Michael, how are you? I see you’ve met my wife.”
Michael shook his hand and Alexa studied her husband’s expression with sheer puzzlement. Was she crazy, or did he not want her to engage Michael Conte with her sparkling conversation? Hadn’t he hinted he wanted inside information if at all possible? Now he just looked plain irritated, as if she had betrayed him.
The clean scent of soap and lemon rose from his skin. His fingers splayed around her waist and rested on the curve of her tummy. She fought back a shudder when she imagined his hand coasting just a few inches downward. How would it feel to have his fingers deep inside her, taking her to places she ached to go, but was too afraid to visit?
She re-focused on their conversation.
“Congratulations, Nicholas. Alexa tells me you are newlyweds. How difficult it must be to drag yourself to a business function, no?”
“Absolutely.” His head lowered. Her breath hitched as his lips grazed her lobe, and his nose nuzzled her ear. Her nipples grew hard and tingly. She prayed her padded bra hid the evidence of her body’s betrayal.
Michael watched the gesture with barely hidden amusement. “It seems Richard thinks you are the perfect man for the job. Perhaps we can set up a meeting to go over your ideas.”
“Thank you. I’ll call your secretary and arrange an appointment.” She caught the clear-cut simplicity in his tone, and knew Michael noticed. Nick didn’t play certain business games, namely being too arrogant to pick up the phone himself to call for an appointment.
“Very good.” Michael took her hand and placed a kiss on her palm. “It was lovely to meet you, Alexandria.” His Italian accent caressed her name. “I’m having a dinner party for a few close friends two weeks from tonight. Would you join me?”
She noted he directed his invitation to her so she turned to her husband. “Darling? Are we free?”
This time, his movement wasn’t subtle. He took a step behind her and wrapped both hands around her waist, drawing her back against him. Her butt pressed against his groin. Iron thighs trapped hers. He rested both hands directly under her breasts and spoke. “We’d love to come.”
“Wonderful. I look forward to seeing you.

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“Signorina, I would never insult you by thinking it would not be a long treasure hunt. You’d require a lot of work.”“Signora,” she corrected. “I am married.”His face pulled into a low, sad look. “Pity.”“Somehow, I think you knew.”“Perhaps. But let me introduce myself formally. I am Count Michael Conte.”“Alexa McKenz—er, Alexa Ryan.”He caught her slip-up and seemed to make a mental note. “Newly married, yes?”“Yes.”“Yet you wander the hallways alone, and were not seen in the company of your husband all night.” He shook his head. “These American ways are tragic.”“My husband is here on business.”“Nicholas Ryan, correct?”She nodded. “You should know him well. He’s making a pitch for the waterfront deal.”Michael kept his face neutral. Obviously, behind his charming facade lurked a sharp businessman and she bet he knew her identity when he approached. Nick underestimated Conte if he believed a conversation would soften him. This man obviously kept business and pleasure in two separate worlds.“I have not had the pleasure of meeting him as of yet.” He leaned in ever so slightly. His musky cologne rose in the air between them. His eyes met and held her own. She waited for a blast of sexual energy, a hum of chemistry, a note of hunger to shake her body and confirm Nick Ryan wasn’t the cause of her problems.Nothing. Not even a spark.With a tiny inward sigh, she resigned herself to battling her attraction for Nick and admitted maybe she still harbored a crush from her girlhood days. If Michael Conte couldn’t stir a shred of sexual emotion, she was in deep trouble.Alexa sighed. “I think you will love my husband as much as I do,” she said.He received her message and accepted the implication with grace. “We shall see. As for us, we will be friends, no?”She smiled. “Yes. Friends.”“I will accompany you back to the dining room for a cordial and you will tell me all about yourself.”She accepted his arm and allowed herself to be led out of the library. “You know, Michael, I think I have the perfect woman for you. She’s a close friend of mine. And she may be your match.”“You underestimate yourself, signora.” He gave a naughty wink. “I am still grieving your loss.”She laughed as they entered the dining room, then looked up in surprise when her husband stepped in front of them. He towered over her with an intimidating air. She opened her mouth to speak, but he reached out and pulled her into his embrace. A moment passed before she was able to form the words. “Hello, darling. I was chatting with Signore Conte. I don’t think you two have formally met yet?”The men sized each other up like they would just before a cock fight. Nick was the first to surrender. Probably for good business reasons and not anything to do with testosterone.Nick ditawarkan tangannya. "Michael, bagaimana kabarmu? Saya melihat Anda telah bertemu dengan istri saya."Michael mengguncang tangannya dan Alexa belajar suaminya ekspresi dengan bingung belaka. Apakah dia gila, atau dia tidak ingin dia untuk terlibat Michael Conte percakapan berkilauan nya? Tidak dia mengisyaratkan Dia menginginkan informasi jika mungkin? Sekarang ia hanya tampak polos jengkel, seolah-olah dia telah mengkhianati dirinya.Bersih aroma sabun dan lemon bangkit dari kulitnya. Jari-jarinya terentang pinggang dan berhenti pada kurva perut nya. Ia berjuang kembali bergidik ketika ia membayangkan tangannya meluncur ke bawah hanya beberapa inci. Bagaimana rasanya memiliki jari-jarinya jauh di dalam dia, membawanya ke tempat-tempat yang dia sakit untuk pergi, tapi itu terlalu takut untuk mengunjungi?Dia kembali berfokus pada percakapan mereka."Selamat, Nicholas. Alexa memberitahu saya yang pengantin baru. Betapa sulitnya harus menyeret diri Anda untuk pertemuan bisnis, tidak?""Tentu saja." Menurunkan kepalanya. Nafas dia memasang bibirnya menyerempet lobus nya, dan hidungnya nuzzled telinganya. Puting nya tumbuh keras dan kesemutan. Ia berdoa bra empuk menyembunyikan bukti tubuhnya pengkhianatan.Michael melihat gerakan dengan geli nyaris tersembunyi. "Tampaknya Richard berpikir Anda adalah manusia sempurna untuk pekerjaan. Mungkin kita dapat mengatur pertemuan untuk pergi ke ide-ide Anda.""Terima kasih. Aku akan menelepon Anda Sekretaris dan mengatur janji." Dia tertangkap jelas kesederhanaan dalam nada nya, dan tahu Michael melihat. Nick tidak bermain permainan bisnis tertentu, yakni menjadi terlalu arogan untuk mengambil telepon dirinya untuk panggilan untuk janji temu.“Very good.” Michael took her hand and placed a kiss on her palm. “It was lovely to meet you, Alexandria.” His Italian accent caressed her name. “I’m having a dinner party for a few close friends two weeks from tonight. Would you join me?”She noted he directed his invitation to her so she turned to her husband. “Darling? Are we free?”This time, his movement wasn’t subtle. He took a step behind her and wrapped both hands around her waist, drawing her back against him. Her butt pressed against his groin. Iron thighs trapped hers. He rested both hands directly under her breasts and spoke. “We’d love to come.”“Wonderful. I look forward to seeing you.