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Di CESARE PREGNANT MISTRESS - Chapter 4
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And Stephanie stiffened unable to bring herself to meet the man’s gaze. His close proximity was actually making her tremble, and she was terrified that if she danced with him he would realise the effect he had on her. ‘I think I’II sit this one out,’ she mumbled keeping her eyes on James. ‘You go ahead,’
James shook his head. ‘For heaven’s sake, where are my manners? I haven’t even introduced you. Stephanie, this is Alexander Di Cesare— head of the House of Di Cesare fashion empire,and a very good friend. Alexander, may I introduce you to Stephanie Stewart? Stephanie is an amazingly talented interior designer,’
Jennifer made an impatient noise and tugged her father’s arm. ‘Come on, Daddy. I want a drink,’ she said loudly, but Stephanie barely heard her, or noticed when James escorted his daughter over to the bar. The music and the other guests on the dance floor faded to the periphery of her mind, and she felt as though only she and Alexander Di Cesare existed.
‘Miss Stewart,’
His voice seemed to have dropped several degrees, and his coolness sent an involuntary shiver down Stephanie’s spine, perhaps it was his height that made him seem so intimidating, or maybe it was the hardness of his features and the slightly cynical curl of his lip that made her feel uneasy. She gasped when he suddenly extended his hand and enfolded her fingers in his firm grasp.
‘Or may I call you Stephanie?’
He rolled her name on his tongue as if he was savouring a fine wine, and lifted her hand to graze his lips across her knuckles,causing an electrical current to shoot from her fingers along every nerve-ending to her toes. His eyes glinted with amusement when she blushed, and she hated the fact that he clearly knew how much he affected her.
‘I hope I can persuade you to dance with me,’ he murmured in his sinfully sexy accent, and there was no hint of coolness in his voice now, making her wonder if she had imagined it.
Stephanie had a feeling that he could persuade her to do anything he liked. His smile did strange things to her insides and she felt hot and flustered. He was beautiful, she thought helplessly. She hadn’t felt like this since…ever. Not even when she had met her husband.
She’d been attracted to Fabian, of course and as their courtship had progressed she had fallen in love with him, But she had never experienced this incredible, almost primal sexual awareness that was now pounding through her veins.
At school she’d always been too engrossed in her studies to suffer the same teenage crushes on pop stars in the sixth form which had affected her friends. Her life had been mapped out: qualifications, a career, marriage and babie. But her dreams had been shattered by Fabian’s infidelity. Her personal life had imploded, and she no longer knew what she wanted but she suddenly found that she wanted to do something utterly crazy—like fling herself into the arms of this sexy stranger and press her lips against the sensual curve of his mouth.
With a jolt she realised that she was staring at Alexander Di Cesare, and she blushed she was acting like a teenager on her first date, she told herself irritably, and with a huge effort she returned his smile and strove to sound cool as she murmured, ‘Thank you—I’d love to dance.’
She followed him unto the dance floor and a quiver ran through her when he retained his hold on her hand and slid his other arm around her waist, drawing her against the solid muscles of his thighs. She could feel the heat that emanates from his body, and the exotic, musky scent of his cologne swamped her senses. Each of her nerve-endings seemed acutely sensitive, and to her horror she felt a tingling in her breasts as her nipples hardened and strained against the silky material of her dress.
Alexander felt the signals Stephanie’s body was sending out and his eyes narrowed on her flushed face. A few moments ago, before James had introduced them, she had been coolly dismissive of him. But now that she knew he headed a globally successful business empire she was no longer dismissive, but soft and plaint in his arms, with the tip of her pink tongue tracing the shape of her bottom lip in a deliberate invitation that triggered an instant response low in his pelvis.
Money was a powerful aphrodisiac, he thought sardonically. He acknowledged his good-looks without conceit, but knew that even without his classical bone structure and athletic build his wealth ensured that, Where women were concerned, he never had to try very hard. Sometimes he wondered if life would be more exciting if he did. He dismissed the thought with a faint shrug and watched Stephanie Stewart’s pupils dilate when he smiled at her. It was a clever trick, and he guessed that behind the facade of wide-eyed ing’enue she was a clever lady.
She was beautiful, but flawed, he reminded himself grimly. A gold-digger with her greedy eyes focused on James Grainger’s fortune. He was convinced that she was a woman like his step-mother a parasite who hoped to worm her way into the heart of a grieving older man and no doubt bleed him dry. But although his brain felt nothing but contempt for her, his body was not so fussy, and he felt an unmistakable tightening in his gut as he imagined crushing her soft pink lips beneath his and removing her dress to tease her tight, swollen nipples with his tongue.
His desire for her was an irritating complication, but it seemed that Stephanie Stewart was equally aware of the chemistry between them. Alexander’s jaw tightened and his lips curled into a cruel line. He had been unable to save his father from Monica’s grasping clutches, but no way would he stand back and watch James make the same mistake, he vowed grimly.