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Lorenzo staring down at her. She had to blink to be sure it was him in the dim lighting of the club. But how could she miss those eyes, and that strong determined handsome face of his? He wore all black to her all white party. Fabiana shook her head smiling. Gently he pulled her through the gyrating bodies on the dance floor to an open space.
    “I found you.”
    “Yes, you did. I had hoped you would.”
    She made sure to leave his name at the door. But when she glanced down he wasn’t wearing the card that would grant him access to all the private levels. She glanced around at the security and wondered how again he had made it in without being stopped.
    “Really?” His dark brow arched.
    “Of course. I’ve been in your country for four weeks now and only seen you once.”
    Lorenzo smiled. “Let’s change that. Tonight you and your friend should come to my villa, Lake Como.”
    “Tonight? I don’t think we can.”
    The strong arms circling her waist drew her in closer and his palm slid down the curve of her backside. It was a bit forward for him to touch her so intimately so soon, but pressed against his hard frame with his jeweled eyes shining down on her, she couldn’t summon an objection. “I want to know you better,” he said softly before brushing her lips with his, then licking her gloss from his mouth as if it were honey. Fabiana raised her arms around his neck. Fuck it, why not? She rose on her toes because he was indeed that tall and brought her mouth up to his. Parting her lips she intended to entice his tongue to slip inside. He tasted of mint, and the feel of his hand easing slowly down her hip sent shivers of excitement up her spine.
    “Mmm, okay. I have to convince Mira,” she grinned.
    Lorenzo brought his mouth to her ear and kissed it before he spoke. “Trust me. I think she’ll agree.”
     
    Mira scanned those gathered. She didn’t recognize the faces staring back. None of the familiar people who frequented her circle of friends were present. Most of the ladies were in white, but the men weren’t dressed appropriately. Their dark suits separated them from all the others.
    “This way.” Her escort said in an exact firm manner, which drew her attention to the opposite side of the roped off room. Two menacing looking men stood on either side of the table where Giovanni Battaglia waited. His gaze travelled over her face and searched her eyes to see if she would join him. Her curiosity as well as her vanity was aroused, silencing the warning voice in her head. The men seated at the table with him rose as if it were expected. Two of them silently walked away. The third stepped to the back of his section and stood silent. Mira forced her legs to move. When she reached the table, he stood to greet her.
    “ Ciao Bella ,” he smiled. The pronunciation of the word was near perfect. The man had definitely lived abroad. She was grateful that she didn’t have to struggle with an interpreter for this conversation, but even more nervous that despite her strong willed personality she saw no way to avoid a sit down with him. Giovanni extended his hand. She extended hers. He again kissed her knuckles tenderly. He lifted his eyes to hers, and the firepower made her cheeks warm. “Please,” he said gesturing for her to sit.
     
    The wait had been far too long. He’d sat in the noisy club for nearly two hours before his men told him that she arrived. He sent for her over twenty minutes ago. It was ridiculous! Then she appeared. He’d never seen a woman make white look so damn sexy. Those pants of hers were painted to her curves and the rhinestone belt made her hips sparkle as she approached. Her smoky brown eyes fell upon him, and he was captive again. This he liked. It was a bit more subdued than the flash and glamour he saw walking down the catwalk. Don’t get him wrong, he liked her sexy dress, but preferred a woman of her caliber not reveal so much cleavage and legs to an undeserving audience. If