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Di CESARE PREGNANT MISTRESS - Chapter 10
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She wondered if he knew how badly she wanted him to replace his thumb with his mouth….the sultry gleam in his eyes warned that he did, and it took all her will-power to sit back in her seat.
‘I suppose you will be going back to Italy soon?’ She said breathlessly. He would return to his billionaire lifestyle and she would never see him again, she accepted, wondering why she felt so ridiculously disappointed when he nodded.
‘And now that the wedding is over, I assume you will return to London?’
‘Yes, but not immediately, my sister lives just north of here, and I’m going to visit her. But this part of Kent is so beautiful, and I want to visit Hever Castle—I don’t know of you’ve ever been, but the Italian Garden is stunning. And I promised James I’d go to Ditton Hall and discuss his plans for the house.’
‘Don’t you think he’II be busy?’ Alexander demanded shortly. ‘I understand several of his relatives are staying at the Hall.’
‘Oh, they’re leaving today, Jennifer is going to stay with friends in Cornwall,’ Stephanie explained cheerfully. ‘James will be on his own, and I thought he might like some company.’
Alexander stiffened as anger surged through him. It seemed that Stephanie had not spent the previous night with James Grainger after all, but she was still trying to worm her way into his life. He forced himself to smile, satisfied to see the soft flush of colour that stained her cheeks. She might have set her sights on the wealthy Earl, but she was not as immune to him as she would like him to believe.
‘I do not know this part of England well, but it is, as you say, very beautiful, and I am intrigued by this Italian Garden. Let’s do a deal, Stephanie,’ he suggested in his rich, sensuous voice. ‘You will show me the castle, and in return I will take you to dinner tonight,’
‘But I thought you had to return to Italy?’ Stephanie faltered, desperately trying to dampen her excitement at the idea of spending the day with him. After her behaviour last night, she was amazed that he wanted to have anything more to do with her, but his dark eyes were warm and he seemed genuinely eager for her company.
‘That was my intention,’ he agreed, ‘but something has happened to cause me to change my plans—or perhaps I should say someone.’
‘I see,’ Stephanie strove to sound cool and failed abysmally, the sexual tension that had simmered since he had joined her at the table now blazed between them, and Alexander stared intently into her eyes, as if defying her to deny that she wanted to be with him. He was an inveterate womanizer, and she must be out of her mind to even consider spending five minutes with him, Stephanie thought ruefully. But he was also the most gorgeous man she had ever met, and she couldn’t resist him ‘well, in that case,’ she said, ‘I’d love to be your guide.’
Hours later, Stephanie flopped onto her bed and stared up at the ceiling, a soft smile on her lips. Alexander filled her mind to the exclusion of anything else, and when she closed her eyes she could picture every detail of his sculpted handsome face, last night she had been sure of her decision not to sleep with a man she did not know. But after spending all day in his company her certainty and resolve were wavering.
It had been a magical day, Hever Castle, once the home of Anne Boleyn, was a romantic idyll surrounded by a charm moat and magnificent gardens. Alexander had been on a charm offensive from the moment he had assisted her into his low slung sports car—although he had terrified the life out of her when he had raced along the narrow, winding country lane, at breakneck speed.
‘Relax, bella, I’m a good driver,’ he’d told her with his irrepressible arrogance, grinning when she clutched the edge of her seat and closed her eyes.
She had no doubt that he was right. He brimmed with self confidence, and she guessed that he excelled at everything he did, Failure wasn’t an option as far as Alexander Di Cesare was concerned. He was a man who always got what he wanted—she just wondered what exactly he wanted from her.
She was in serious danger of losing her head, not to mention her heart she acknowledged ruefully as she dragged her mind back to the present. She had showered and blow dried her hair, and had wasted the last twenty minutes dithering over her make-up, fortunately she had packed her faithful little black dress, and teamed with high-heeled sandals it looked elegant and sexy—so at least she had something to wear. The problem of Alexander, and the realization that she was falling for him, was not so simple to resolve.
She was not in his league, she reminded herself as she checked her reflection in the mirror. He was a billionaire Italian playboy who had absolutely no intention of settling down. Even if by some miracle he decided that he wanted a relationship with her, she did not see how it would be possible when he spent most of his time in Italy, or traveling around the world on various business ventures. She craved the security of a loving relationship, and he was determined to retain his freedom. The idea was hopeless—and yet being with him felt so right. She felt as though she was drawn to him by an invisible thread, that she had known him forever. But that was ridiculous, she told herself firmly. Four years ago she had believed that Fabian was the right man for her, but instead he had broken her heart and severely damaged her self-confidence.
She had arranged to meet Alexander in the bar at seven o’clock, and after glancing at the clock she checked her make-up once more, and on impulse took the diamond necklace that James had given her from it’s box.