Alessandro's Prize (6 page)

Giovanni approached her as she collected her bag.

‘The position is yours. You will alternate between the lunch and dinner shifts. Beginning Monday you'll be on lunch shift to start with. Start time the same as this morning.' He paused a moment, then offered a faint smile. ‘You work well.'

Her heart lifted a little. ‘Thank you.'

‘Buona notte.'

Most of the kitchen staff had already left, and Lily lifted a hand to the two who remained before she exited through the side door.

The sleek car was parked close by and she breathed a sigh of relief as a tall dark figure emerged from behind the wheel and crossed to open the passenger door.

Thank you,
Lily breathed silently. A smooth ride to Alessandro's apartment, a leisurely hot shower, then bed.

She was so caught up with the vision she didn't immediately notice it was Alessandro, and not Carlo, who held open the door.

He saw the moment she realized
who
had driven to collect
her, glimpsed the way her body stilled for a few seconds before she stepped past him and slid into the passenger seat.

‘Carlo was unavailable?'

Alessandro bit back a wry smile as he crossed to take his position behind the wheel and turned towards her. ‘You would have preferred his company?'

‘He is easy to talk to.'

‘And I am not?'

He held her gaze as she met his own, and wondered if she knew how well he could read her.

‘No.'

A slight smile curved his mouth. ‘Indeed? Perhaps you'd care to elaborate?'

She gave him a sweet smile. ‘No.'

He watched as she leaned her head against the headrest, and sensed her slight sigh as he ignited the engine and eased the car onto the road.

‘Tough day?'

‘Giovanni hired me.'

But he'd put her through her paces. Doubtless she was accustomed to long days in a restaurant of her own, but in a strange kitchen with unfamiliar staff, it would have been more taxing.

‘This is what you want?'

‘Yes.' It provided a reason for her to stay awhile, and that was a
good
thing, Lily rationalized as the car purred through illuminated streets.

Oncoming traffic briefly highlighted the hard planes of Alessandro's facial features, and she became conscious of his hands on the wheel as he handled the road.

There was a latent strength apparent that touched a nerve deep inside…something she attempted to dismiss, and failed.

Once she gained her independence, she'd probably hardly see him at all.

So why did that leave her feeling vaguely bereft?

Tomorrow she'd enlist Sophia's help and they'd arrange to check out apartments, and shop. She'd need sheets, towels. A car, she added silently. Public transport after the lunch shift would be OK, but late at night? Although there was always a cab…

Lily became so caught up with a
to do
list it came as a surprise to realize the car had slid to a halt adjacent Alessandro's apartment building.

The lift transported them swiftly to the designated level, where she preceded him into the softly lit apartment before turning to face him.

‘Thank you.'

She was pale, her eyes darkened with a fatigue she fought hard to control. He should extend a polite acknowledgement, and let her go upstairs to her suite.

‘So…thank me.' His voice was a husky drawl, and he saw her eyes dilate.

The air grew heavy…
charged
, almost dangerous, and he caught the increased pulse-beat at the base of her throat. He cupped her chin and traced his thumb pad along the fullness of her lower lip, applied light pressure to its centre, then he trailed a gentle path to settle on the fast-beating pulse.

For a moment she lost all thought, aware on some level that this shouldn't be happening, yet caught up with the unbidden need to lift her arms around his neck and press her body close in against his own.

Shocked dismay brought a return of sanity as she stepped back in a silent bid to put some distance between them.

He let her go, and she stood transfixed, caught in the thrall of sensual awareness.

It irked that he knew. Worse, that he observed her struggle
for composure. Words she wanted to fling at him remained locked in her throat for a few long seconds, then she tilted her head and met his narrowed gaze.

‘Don't play with me, Alessandro.'

Alessandro remained silent, his dark eyes steady as they locked with her own.

‘I'm not playing.'

He saw her eyes widen with a degree of uncertainty, and pressed home the advantage as he lowered his head and took possession of her mouth.

Gentle at first, teasing, exploring a little as he tempted her response. The need to deepen the kiss was overwhelming, and he ached to pull her in to the cradle of his hips, shape her to his body.

He could, easily…but at what cost?

For two decades he'd trusted his instinct, prior to which his life had been totally dependent on a deeply ingrained gut feeling that had saved him from grievous injury, or worse.

Too much too soon, and he might lose.

With considerable restraint he lightened his touch, lingered a little as he traced the generous curve of her mouth with his own, then he lifted his head and brushed a soft caress to her temple before releasing his hold.

For a heart-wrenching moment she looked lost, almost adrift, then she turned away from him, crossed the room and ascended the stairs without so much as a backward glance.

Sleep proved elusive, as Lily tossed and turned in bed in an attempt to dispel Alessandro's forceful image, his touch, the sweet sorcery of his kiss. And the way he made her
feel.

At odds with herself,
him
, and, admit it, torn between desire and the need to contain it.

She wanted a calm, carefree lifestyle. Hadn't she travelled
to Italy to seek just that? No way did she want to be caught up in an emotional whirlpool.

She needed to focus on the positives. A new life, new position, and within days she'd have an apartment and her own car.

Mercifully it was the last thing she remembered as sleep claimed her.

A
NOTHER
email from James resided in her inbox when Lily checked her laptop early the next morning.

Not so pleasant was his message stating if he didn't hear from her within forty-eight hours he intended to talk to her in person.

Her fingers flew as she keyed in a ‘don't waste your time' response and hit ‘Reply'.

Did he
really
think she'd overlook his
temporary distraction
and accept him back into her life?

It only proved he didn't know her at all, Lily consoled as she moved downstairs and felt a sense of relief on discovering Sophia was the sole occupant of the dining room.

Pretending normality in Alessandro's presence after his fateful claim last night would have considerably affected her composure.

‘Alessandro has already left, but not before he relayed you are to begin work in the restaurant next week. I am delighted for you.' Sophia's eyes sparkled with pleasure.

Lily found it easy to smile as she poured coffee into her cup, added sugar, and savoured the aromatic liquid. ‘Thank you. I'm pleased it worked out OK.'

‘You will need to be settled by the weekend,' Sophia offered with a degree of concern. ‘Today Carlo will take us to my friend's agency and we will look at apartments,
sì
?'

‘Please,' she accepted gratefully. ‘That would be great.'

‘
Bene
. Now tell me about yesterday while you eat, then we will leave.'

Sophia and her friend, Julia, proved a knowledgeable pair as they selected suitable locations, rental availability and together they set out with an intent to view.

There were a few provisos. Sophia insisted the apartment must be in a good locale, comfortably furnished with excellent security and parking facilities.

Julia proved to be very thorough, her recommendations valid as she took them through no less than five apartments, any one of which Lily would have been happy to lease.

‘We shall have lunch,' Sophia declared as they exited the fifth apartment. ‘Then we continue our viewing.'

‘Excellent idea,' Julia agreed. ‘I think you will be pleased with a particular one I have in mind.'

‘Saving the best for last?' Lily quizzed, and earned a light laugh in return.

‘It is business,
sì
? Besides, today provides me the opportunity to spend time with a dear friend, and enjoy the pleasure of meeting her beloved god-daughter.'

It was Julia who chose the restaurant and insisted on playing hostess, while Lily listened to their light-hearted banter with the maître d', deferring to each other over what to order and whether they would indulge in wine.

Two apartments were on the afternoon's agenda to view, and it was the second of the two that clinched the deal for Lily.

Situated in a lovely street, the building itself had been restored and renovated while adhering to a classic style. Comfortable, extremely functional, with a medium-size lounge, an en suite adjoining the main bedroom as well as a separate bathroom for the guest bedroom. Utilities were modern, and the kitchen and dining room were warm and
inviting. Fully furnished, the apartment had security and off-street parking. Added to which the lease provided flexibility and the rental was reasonable.

‘This is the one,' Lily declared with a delighted smile. ‘I'll take it.'

Sophia and Julia clapped their hands with pleasure.

‘Good. You do not require time to consider?'

She shook her head in immediate negation. ‘No.' Her smile said it all as she turned towards Julia. ‘You have the relevant paperwork available?'

‘At my office,' Julia enlightened. ‘We will head there now.'

There was a sense of satisfaction in signing the lease, for to achieve employment
and
an apartment within a few short days seemed incredible.

The next acquisition would be the purchase of her own transport. And sheets, towels, a few items to personalize the apartment.

‘You are deep in thought,' Sophia observed as Carlo returned them to her villa in Como, and Lily reached across the rear passenger seat to link her fingers within Sophia's own.

‘Thank you.'

‘
Cara
, whatever for?'

‘Everything,' she said with warm simplicity, and felt the slight pressure as Sophia curled Lily's fingers within her own.

‘My dear, I have a vested interest in your happiness, as well as a personal desire to have you with me for as long as possible.'

The warmth of familial love struck a sensitive chord, and Lily swallowed the sudden lump that rose in her throat. Tears were close to the surface, and she quickly blinked to dispel them—she didn't
do
the crying thing.

The insistent burr of her cell-phone had her reaching into her bag to extract it and she felt her stomach tighten as she recognized the number displayed, despite deleting James's name from her caller ID register.

Without a qualm she simply closed the phone, thereby cutting the connection only to have the call repeated.

This time she let it ring out, which incurred Sophia's questioning look, and Lily shook her head.

‘I'll deal with the call later.'

Hopefully James would
get
the message she had no intention of having contact with him ever again.

Apparently not so, for Carlo had just drawn the car to a halt adjacent the entrance to Sophia's villa when the phone rang again.

Lily stepped out from the car, extracted the phone, and felt the anger build as she viewed the familiar number.

OK, so he was being deliberately obtuse.

‘Do not email or attempt to call me,' she voiced with chilling resolve. ‘It's over. Finished.'

‘Lily, darling, please listen to me—'

Not in this millennium. ‘There is no point.' She cut the connection and closed the phone.

‘Problems,
cara
?' Sophia queried with concern, and Lily shook her head.

‘Nothing I can't handle.'

Hopefully now her ex-fiancé would had finally got the message…

A leisurely shower helped take her mind off it, so too did a light evening meal, after which she shared a glass of wine with Sophia as they discussed plans for the next day, firmed them, before mutually choosing to retire.

 

It was surprising what could be achieved within a short space of time, Lily reflected as Carlo stored the second, no,
third
assortment of packages into the trunk of Sophia's car.

Almost every item on her list was accounted for, and there was an enormous degree of pleasure in knowing only
one
item remained…a car.

By far the most expensive, and fortified by a leisurely lunch Carlo despatched them to a car dealership where, after some skillful haggling of her own, she purchased a funky silver model, perfectly suitable for her needs.

‘Well done,' Carlo accorded quietly as Sophia enfolded her in a congratulatory hug.

‘Thank you.' Payment was organized, her international driving licence scrutinized, insurance arranged and the car was ready to be driven away.

‘Let's get this babe on the road,' Lily said, and laughed as she offered Carlo a high-five gesture, then she slid behind the wheel and followed his car to her apartment.

Home
, for however long she chose to make it her own, Lily decided with pleasure as they transferred the day's purchases into the second bedroom.

All that remained was the need to transfer her belongings from Sophia's villa tomorrow.

Something that was achieved with mixed emotions the next day as Lily and her aunt shared an affectionate hug as Sophia and Carlo departed Lily's apartment.

‘I shall miss having you stay with me,' Sophia voiced with sincere regret. ‘But knowing you are so close is a joy, for we will see each other often.' She brightened considerably. ‘There is the Charity Gala on Saturday evening. It will be a wonderful event.' She brushed her lips to Lily's cheek. ‘We will collect you at eight.'

‘
Grazie, Zia
. I couldn't have achieved any of this without your help.' She caught her aunt close in an affectionate hug. ‘Once I know my work roster, I'll organize an evening to invite you to dinner. Carlo, too.' Her eyes took on a humorous sparkle. ‘I'll make something special.'

‘That will be lovely,
cara
. I assume the invitation will include Alessandro?'

Lily didn't so much as blink. ‘Naturally.'

There was a brief ‘ohmygod, what have I done?' moment as Lily watched Sophia leave with Carlo at the wheel.

When it came to entertaining, two guests or three made little difference.

Except when it included a man who sent her emotions into a panic whenever she was in his presence.

So deal with it.

With determination she turned from the window and began unpacking.

It didn't take long, and afterwards she made a few changes, aligning a sofa to a more comfortable angle, sorting through kitchen cupboards and, importantly, making a list of food she needed to purchase.

It was late when she finally slid into bed.

Tomorrow she intended shopping for personal touches to make the apartment more
her
, and she fell asleep halfway through picturing various images in her mind…an ornament she'd sighted in a shop window, an alarm clock, and a large colourful cushion that would be perfect.

 

The next few days passed in a blur of shopping and exploring at will, adding touches to the apartment, changing a few things to her taste.

The Charity Gala meant dress-up time, and Lily viewed her gown's sheer style in pale shades of pink, blue and lavender silk chiffon with a pleased eye, for it flattered her slender curves and fell in a soft swirl at her ankles. A delicate wrap in matching silk chiffon added a finishing touch, and lavender stilettos completed the outfit.

A timeless design she'd fallen in love with at first sight,
and, as Sophia had assured, perfect to wear to the fund-raising gala scheduled for this evening.

In five minutes the in-house phone would ring heralding Sophia and Carlo's arrival, and Lily used the time to run a last-minute check of her hair and make-up… She was good to go.

Right on cue, the phone pealed, she caught up her purse and took the lift down to the lobby. The doors slid apart to reveal Alessandro standing a few feet distant looking, she saw at a glance, far too ruggedly attractive for any woman's peace of mind.

Especially her own.

Attired in a black evening suit that had to be tailored specifically to mould his breadth of shoulder and hard-muscled frame, white linen and black bow tie, he resembled a photographic male model.

Yet no photograph could reveal the element of arresting power he exuded, or the primitive sensuality that was his alone.

Dangerous…a hungry lover capable of driving a woman beyond reason.

Dear Lord in heaven…where had that come from?

Smile
, Lily bade as she sought to control her wayward imagination.
Step forward…speak!

‘Hi,' she managed with measured politeness. ‘I expected to see Sophia and Carlo.'

Did she glimpse a faint gleam of humour in his dark eyes before it was quickly masked?

‘Carlo is delivering Sophia directly to the venue.'

‘And sent you in his stead. It's very kind of you.'

One eyebrow lifted a little. ‘So polite, Lily?'

‘I was aiming for
gracious
.'

His husky laugh sent the blood coursing through her veins, and she deliberately widened her eyes.

‘I guess I failed.'

‘Miserably,' Alessandro agreed as he indicated his car parked immediately adjacent the entrance. ‘Shall we leave?'

It was, Lily accorded with a masked degree of awe, an incredible gathering of guests as she entered the large historic venue at Alessandro's side.

Beautifully restored splendour lent a timeless aura to a modern event. Genuine artworks graced the expansive foyer, while the huge ballroom bore exquisite sconces, suspended chandeliers gave the illusion of light, enhanced by cleverly concealed electric bulbs to provide added illumination.

There had been several occasions when she'd attended charity fund-raiser events with her parents, but nothing on the scale of this evening's affair.

Refined elegance
seemed a perfect description, and it didn't take much imagination to reflect on a former era of fashionable balls with members of the Italian and foreign royalty in attendance.

‘This place is really something,' Lily said quietly, and incurred Alessandro's musing look.

‘It appeals to you?'

‘How could it not?'

‘Alessandro.
Caro
.'

It wasn't the two words so much, but the cadence in the feminine voice which uttered them.
Seductive
didn't quite cover it, Lily decided as she turned slightly to see if the voice matched the woman.

Oh, my.
In spades…and then some.

For even to the most jaundiced eye, the woman who moved to Alessandro's side was a vision of perfection from her raven black wavy hair to the tips of her shoes. Beautiful facial features cleverly accented with skilfully applied cosmetics, gleaming dark, almost black, eyes, and a figure to
die for clothed in what had to be a designer original. The right touch with jewellery, expensive but not ostentatious.

Definitely the
wow
factor.

‘Giarda.' Alessandro's greeting held warm affection and Lily offered a polite smile, only to freeze as he curved an arm around her waist. ‘I'd like you to meet Liliana.'

Not
Lily, Sophia's niece,
just…
Liliana
, And why did her birth name sound so
sexy
as it fell from his lips?