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Di CESARE PREGNANT MISTRESS - Chapter 34
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A tense silence fell while Alexander gulped down the juice and poured himself a cup of strong black coffee. He had woken that morning, as he had every other morning for the past month, feeling energised from a night of incredible sex. He was shocked by Stephanie’s reminder that she had been staying at the Villa for two mouths. He could hardly warrant that time had passed so quickly—particularly this last month that they had been sleeping together. Without him being conscious of it, they had settled into a routine of domestic bliss that should have set alarm bells ringing in his head, and the realisation that he was in no hurry to change the situation caused him to frown.
When had he begun to view her as his mistress rather than simply another blonde who was temporarily sharing his bed? he wondered. And why was he so irritated by her seemingly happy acceptance that he would want her to leave as soon as her work on the Villa was complete? But what was the alternative?
With an angry shrug of his shoulders he drained his coffee cup and snatched up his briefcase, hardly able to believe that he was contemplating asking her to remain at the Villa. There would have to be some sort of timescale, he brooded. And rules would have to be drawn up and fully understood by Stephanie before he could issue such an invitation, so that when he wanted to end the affair he could do so without suffering the annoyance of recriminations or tears.
‘We’ll talk about it when I get back,’ he grated as he moved towards her and dropped a brief, hard kiss on her mouth. Her lips instantly softened and parted, and he could not resist the temptation to deepen the kiss, his body stirring when he felt her tongue slide into mouth to tangle erotically with his.
’Why don’t you stay on a while?’ The words had left his lips before he’d had time to consider them, and once again he felt a jolt of shock that he did not want her to leave. Not yet, anyway. ‘You must be owed some holiday from Spectrum. Spend it here with me, bella.’
The throaty invitation sent a quiver along Stephanie’s spine, and she gave a silent groan of despair when her body sprang to urgent life. Only this morning Alexander had teased her that she was insatiable, when she had followed him into the shower, boldly encircled his shaft with her hands and stroked him, until he’d growled something in Italian and lifted her onto him, cupping her bottom while he ****** into her.
‘I could take a week’s leave, but with this new commission pending I can’t stay for ever.’
Alexander forced himself to step away from the temptation of Stephanie’s delectable body and tried to dismiss the fantasy of removing her clothes and spreading her beneath him on the enormous kitchen table. ‘Who said anything about forever?’ he queried idly. ‘You should know by now that I don’t do eternity, cara, but you can’t deny it would be more convenient if you continued to live here for a while. Once you’re back in London we won’t be able to meet up so often. My diary is pretty full for the next few months, and I can’t rearrange my schedule to include overnight stops in London.’
He paused in the doorway and glanced back at her, noting how two months in the Tuscan sun had lightened her hair, so that it swung on her shoulders in a curtain of platinum blonde silk. ‘Perhaps you should think about resigning from Spectrum?’ he suggested, in a casual tone that masked his surprise as the unbidden words left his lips.
‘Resign…? And do what exactly?’ Stephanie demanded, confounded by the idea.
‘I promise I can think of numerous ways to keep you occupied,’ Alexander murmured coolly, seemingly unaware of the storm brewing on the other side of the kitchen.
‘But this is my career we’re talking about. I can’t give it up just so that we can have regular sex-life.’ She was still reeling from his implication that he wanted their relationship to continue after she returned to England, and the idea that he wanted her to sacrifice her career so that she could stay with him was simply beyond belief.
Alexander glanced at his watch and gave an impatient shrug. ‘So get a job here in Italy. I have a lot of influence in Florence, and I don’t doubt I could secure you a position with any design company you choose.’
Twin spots of colour stained Stephanie’s cheeks, and she put her hands on her hips to prevent them from seizing one of the heavy copper saucepans hanging from the ceiling beams and hurling it at his head. ‘You don’t think that my honours university degree in Design and several years’ experience would count for much, then?’ Her voice rose a notch, and Alexander’s expression darkened. ‘You’re saying that even if I was totally useless companies would still offer me a job if I traded on the fact that I’m sleeping with you? Wow! That makes me feel good,’ she hissed sarcastically.
‘Madre de Dio! It’s typical of a woman to make—how do you say?—a mountain out of a molehill,’ Alexander growled. ‘It was just a suggestion, bella. If you want to rush back to England, then go. We’ll have to put up with the inconvenience of a long-distance affair and meet when I can allocate you time in my diary,’ he added nastily, wondering why he suddenly felt the urge to be so unpleasant.
‘Always supposing that the slot is equally convenient in mine,’ Stephanie said through gritted teeth. How had she ever thought that his arrogance was an endearing trait?
Alexander’s mouth tightened and he dipped his head. ‘Of course. But I fear that two busy careers are not conducive to a smooth-running affair.’
Stephanie gave a tight smile. ‘Well, instead of expecting me to sacrifice my job, you could always give up yours,’
His astounded expression was almost comical, and he stared at her as if she had suddenly grown another head. ‘Don’t be ridiculous. I am the president of a billion dollar global business empire. My position as head of the House of Di Cesare is my birthright, and soaring profits are proof that I have earned my place at the top,’ he added proudly. ‘You are blessed with great artistic flair, but—‘He broke off and threw his hands in the air in a typically Latin gesture.