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Di CESARE PREGNANT MISTRESS - Chapter 35
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‘But I’m just a lowly designer?’ Stephanie finished grimly.
‘I didn’t say that,’ Alexander exploded, as the last of his patience evaporated. ‘I asked you to live with me. I did not expect the invitation to trigger a Third World War.’ He had confidently assumed that she would jump at the chance to stay on at the Villa. He did not ask women to be his mistress every day of the week, and he wondered if she realised how many of his self-imposed rules he was breaking. ‘I have to go. I’m late for a meeting,’ he snapped, another glance at his watch revealing that he was going to have to phone his secretary and ask her to delay his meeting with a conglomerate of Japanese businessmen.
The day that had started so well with a wild sex session in the shower was rapidly deteriorating, he thought grimly. And it was Stephanie’s fault. He hated being late—and why the hell had she decided to discuss their future relationship now, when she knew he had to get to work? She trailed into the hall after him, and as he opened the front door he caught a glimpse of undisguised misery in her eyes and felt a curious tightening in his chest.
‘We’ll continue this discussion tonight,’ he promised in a softer voice, but another surge of irritation that she hadn’t immediately agreed to stay on at the Villa with him prompted him to add, ‘May I remind you that you instigated this morning’s sex session, cara? I’m not knocking your eagerness,’ he drawled. ‘The passion between us has always been mutual, and we’re both going to suffer the frustration of the damned if we’re living a thousand miles apart.’ As if to emphasise the point, he skimmed his hand lazily over her breasts and smiled when her nipples instantly hardened and jutted provocatively beneath her thin cotton shirt. ‘Think about it,’ he advised, his stinging kiss forcing her angry retort back into her mouth.
And while she was still debating which succinct phrase best expressed her fury, he slid into his car, fired up the engine and sped off down the drive.
Alexander was the most arrogant, egotistical… Stephanie ran out of adjectives as her temper simmered. He had made her sound like some sort of nymphomaniac—but the truth was she couldn’t have enough of him, she acknowledged dismally, and the thought of going back to England and only seeing him occasionally was unbearable. But could she really give up her position with Spectrum in order to enjoy a few more weeks, at most, with a man who had always made it clear that he did not want a long-term relationship—especially one with a woman he still believed was a gold-digger?
She watched the contractors’ van pull up in the front courtyard and four elderly-looking workmen slowly emerge. They should finish the tiling in the guest bathroom today, and she would not need them again—which was probably a good thing, she mused as she waved to the men. The housekeeper, Battista had told her that one of them—Luigi—was over seventy. They worked well, and were clearly master-crafts-men, but every task took twice as long as Stephanie had allowed for. She couldn’t understand why Alexander had dismissed all the younger workmen…
His suggestion that she should give up her job and remain in Tuscany with him tormented her for the rest of the day. He had said they would discuss the future of their affair when he came home that night, and she didn’t know what she was going to say to him, but she was reprieved from having to make a decision when he phoned late in the afternoon and explained that problems in the New York office meant that had to make an unexpected trip across the Atlantic. He was flying out the following morning, and had decided to spend the night at his apartment in Florence.
‘I’ll be back at the weekend,’ he promised, when Stephanie could not hide the disappointment in her voice. ‘It’s only five nights, bella. If you decide to go back to England after the Villa is finished we’ll spend most of our time apart.’
‘It will only be four nights if you come back here tonight,’ she pointed out, trying not to sound as though she was desperate to see him, and falling badly.
Alexander laughed, and the low, sexy rumble curled around her aching heart. ‘I wish I could, bella, but something’s come up. I’ll see you soon.’
With a heavy heart Stephanie cut the call and wandered dismally around the empty Villa. Every room looked stunning, but she found no pleasure in her finished designs, and the house seemed soulless without Alexander’s vibrant presence. She could not bear the thought of sleeping alone in his bed, and spent a restless night back in the room she had occupied when she had first arrived at the Villa Rosala.
Finally, in the hour before dawn, she gave up. Alexander hadn’t even gone to the US yet, and she missed him so much that she ached. She was under no illusion that continuing her affair with him would lead to happy-ever-after—and after her failed marriage she wasn’t even sure it existed—but she’d settle for happy-right-now. And, having made the decision to remain in Tuscany for as long as he wanted her, she was eager to tell him before he left Florence.
Alexander had told her she could borrow the little car that the grounds man, Guido, used whenever she wanted, and she had often driven to the surrounding villages, but never as far as Florence. The sky was still pearly grey, streaked with pale pink, as she sped away from the Villa, and she didn’t see another vehicle on the road as it snaked through the country-side. An hour later she reached the outskirts of the city. Fortunately it was still so early that the traffic hadn’t built up, and with the aid of her road map she managed to find Alexander’s apartment without too much difficulty.