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Italian Boss, Ruthless Revenge
CAROL MARINELLI
Step into a world of sophistication and glamour, where sinfully seductive heroes await you in luxurious international locations.She was hired to make his bed and then to warm it!Sexy Italian billionaire Lazzaro Ranaldi chooses women like his cars sleek, elegant, and easily upgraded to a new model. His mistrust of women is seared onto his soul. But theres something about Caitlyn that tempts him to take her But then Lazzaro starts to believe Caitlyn isnt as innocent as she seems; could she have already betrayed him and his family? He wont be played for a fool!Hell get his revenge by cutting her out of his heart and putting a ring on her finger!
Ive never made love before.
Did she think he was that stupid?
China-blue eyes stared up at him. That full mouth was quivering with nerves, still waiting to be kissed, and he was tempted to silence her with just that. What the hell was she playing at? Hed seen her pills in her bathroom, for Gods sake, and shed told himtold himthat shed just broken up with her boyfriend of six months. And now she was telling him she was a virgin.
Please!
A very scathing remark was on the tip of his tonguewhatever game she was playing with him was about to be abruptly concluded. The muscles in his arms tensed as he went to push her offonly he didnt.
If she wanted to play virgin, if she wanted to pretend that he was her first, then who was he to stop her? In fact, somehow it made it easiereasier to block out the whys and hows, easier to lower his mouth to hers, to play whatever game it was that she was playing and lose himself.
Pulling her back towards him, Lazzaro kissed the shell of her ear as he spoke. Then wed better take things slowly!
Carol Marinelli recently filled in a form where she was asked for her job title and was thrilled, after all these years, to be able to put down her answer as writer. Then it asked what Carol did for relaxation, and after chewing her pen for a moment Carol put down the truthwriting. The third question askedWhat are your hobbies? Well, not wanting to look obsessed or, worse still, boring, she crossed the fingers on her free hand and answered swimming and tennis. But, given that the chlorine in the pool does terrible things to her highlights, and the closest shes got to a tennis racket in the last couple of years is watching the Australian Open, you can guess the real answer!
Carol also writes for Medical Romance!
ITALIAN BOSS, RUTHLESS REVENGE
BY
CAROL MARINELLI
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
PROLOGUE
RANALDIS here!
A shiver of anticipation went around the lavish hotel receptionstarting with a nod from the doorman to warn the concierge, who in turn signalled to the receptionistsand Caitlyn noticed everyones backs seemed to straighten just a touch more, hands all moving to flatten ties or hair, as a sleek limousine pulled up outside.
The question is Glynn, the manager, blinked nervously as he flicked his fringe back off his face which one?
The answer was, for Caitlyn, more relevant than Glen could possibly realise.
Here on work experience, shadowing the staff and completely supernumerary, it shouldnt have mattered a jot to Caitlyn which one of the dashing Ranaldi twins was pulling up outsideafter all, both were legends.
Lazzaro and Luca Ranaldi both headed up the sumptuous Ranaldi chain of luxurious international hotelsand, along with their sister, were heirs to the vast wealth their father had created and subsequently, following his death last year, left behind.
Impressive? Yes.
Newsworthy? No.
Unless, of course, that vast wealth happened to have landed in the laps of stunning identical twins. Not one but two immaculate prototypes, who regularly hit the headlines courtesy of their jet-setting, depraved existence. Since their fathers death, and their sister marrying and settling there, the stunning pair had loosely based themselves in Melbournetwo irrepressible playboys, who made no apologies and certainly offered no excuses! Only last week Luca had been in the papers for a fight at the casino, and there had been a few drink-driving scandals recently that Caitlyn could recall.
A dark-suited man stepped out of the limousine, and Caitlyn found herself holding her breath
Which one is it? Caitlyn whispered.
Im not sure yet Glynn mused. Theyre both identical, both divine
Caitlyn hoped it was Lazzaro.
Not because he was considered the most powerful, the true leader of the two, but for a reason Glynn would have trouble believing.
Watching as two strappy sandals hit the ground beneath the car door, Caitlyn chewed on her lip, wondering what on earth shed do if Roxanne came into viewwondering how the other hotel staff would react to her if they knew the strange truth
Luca Ranaldi was dating her cousin.
Its Lazzaro, Glynn confirmed as, without waiting for his date, the dark-suited male walked through the gold revolving doors.
How do you know? Caitlyn frowned. I thought you said they were identical
Lazzaro doesnt wait for anyone Glynn hissed out of the side of his mouth before stepping forward to greet his boss. Not even a beautiful woman!
Oh, shed seen him beforehad seen him in the papers, his photo being on the cover of a business magazine she was reading for her coursebut nothing, nothing had prepared Caitlyn for the impact of seeing him up close and in the flesh. Well over six feet, as he walked in it was clear to all that he owned the placeand not just literally. Confidence and arrogance just oozed from him, and as he walked over to the desk Caitlyn realised he wasnt just stunninghe was absolutely beautiful. His jet hair was longer than it was in the photos, with a raven fringe flopping over his forehead, and as for those eyes Caitlyn actually gave a little sigh. Thickly lashed, they were black as the night and just as dangerous. As his gaze met hers, it was bored, utterly uninterested and he soon looked away. But, for Caitlyn, it was as if his image had been branded on her brain, freeze-framed so she could examine it at her leisuresee again that straight Roman nose, see close up his smooth olive skin and that sulky, full, incredibly kissable mouth.
Realising she was staringgaping, evenCaitlyn tore her gaze away and looked at the woman who had walked in behind him. She was now sitting on one of the plush lobby sofas as she awaited her masterand Caitlyn couldnt help the tiny ironic smile that pursed her lips.
Though it wasnt Roxanne, it might just as well have been.
The raven beauty who accompanied Lazzaro certainly hadnt been striving to achieve au naturelle when shed applied her make-up. Dark glossy hair tumbled, albeit strategically, over shoulders that were so evenly tanned it could only have come from some serious hours on a sunbed combined with a regular spray tan.
Welcome, sir. Glynns outstretched hand went ignored.
How are things? Lazzaro didnt return the greeting, his eyes narrowing as they scanned the reception area. Any problems?
None at all, his manager assured him.
Has Luca been in?
Not as yet, Glynn said, discreetly omitting to mention the drunken call hed taken earlier, demanding that the best room in the hotel be somehow vacated and prepared for his arrival.
Hows the wedding?
Excellent, Glynn enthused. But as Lazzaros burning gaze fell on him, he coloured up just a touch. Well, theres one teeny problem, but were taking care of it now.
Lazzaro raised one perfectly arched black brow, and, though he didnt say a word, the tiny gesture clearly indicated that he wanted more information.
The brides father, Mr Danton
Gus Danton is a close personal friend of mine, Lazzaro interrupted, and though his English was excellent, his deep, heavily accented voice held just a tinge of warning.
Caitlyns eyebrows shot up just a fractionafter all, if he was such a good friend, how come Lazzaro hadnt been at the wedding? She didnt say it, of course, but Lazzaro was either a skilled mind-reader or had felt the breeze from her eyebrows raising, because, as if answering her very thoughts he deigned to give her a brief look.
There are not enough Saturday nights in a year to attend every wedding to which I am invited butgiven Mr Danton has chosen my hotel, and given Mr Danton is a friendnaturally I will come in for a drink. Of course, I hoped to hear there have been no problems
Quite. Glynn swallowed.
So?
Well, hes asked that the bar remain open for another hour. Of course were more than happy to obligeits just that his credit card has been declined. I was actually on my way to have a discreet word with him now.
Bring up his details. He snapped his fingers in Caitlyns vague direction, and even though shed been bringing up guests details for most of the night, this almost mastered skill had never been tested under such stressful conditions.
Er, Caitlyns only here on work experience, sir, Glynn said, rushing over to the computer. One black look from Lazzaro halted him. Shes studying hospitality, and
Since when has a work experience student stayed till midnight on a Saturday? Lazzaro cut in, staring at her name badge, lowering his eyes to her suede stilettos, and then lazily working them upwardstaking in the rather cheap navy skirt and white blouse that comprised her uniform. In absolutely no hurry, as Glynn chatted nervously on, he scrutinised her face, staring into her blue eyes and doing the strangest things to her stomach.
Caitlyn was very keen to witness a busy Saturday night
God, she wished shed had warningwished shed had time to dash to the loo and redo her heavy blonde hair. She could feel her attempt at a French roll uncoiling before his eyes. And she wished the mouth he was staring at had just a little bit of lipstick on.
And she has been dealing with guests?
Yes, Glynn croaked. Well, shes been closely supervised, of course.
She has been bringing up details for paying guests?
Er, yes Glynn nodded. But, as I said, only with supervision. Which wasnt strictly trueGlynn had been out for more smoke breaks than Caitlyn could count. Still, she was hardly going to tell Lazzaro that.
If she is good enough for my guests, Lazzaro responded, with the martyrdom only the truly pompous could muster, then she is good enough for me.
If he called her she again, Caitlyn decided, then shed jolly well give him a piece of her mind.
As his black eyes fell on her, Caitlyn recanted.
Well, maybe she wouldnt actually say anything. Still, she could think itdivine he might be to look at, but he was a loathsome, arrogant, chauvinist brute. Blushing with a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment, she furiously backspaced as she spectacularly mistyped. After an exceedingly long moment, Gus Dantons details finally flashed on to the screen.
Momentarily!
His account, Lazzaro snapped, clearly expecting that with a few rapid clicks Caitlyn should bring up the necessary page. But his impatience only unsettled her more.
The cursor wobbled on screen as suddenly he was behind her, standing over her, his hand hovering to take the computer mouseeffectively dismissing her efforts. She should have stepped backonly he was behind her. She should have moved her hand to let him take overonly his was above hers.
Perhaps it was the prospect of physical contact with him, perhaps it was nerves, or an impossible combination of both, but at that second precisely her hope for a glowing reference from the Ranaldi Hotel for her work experience melted away as rapidly as Caitlyn clicked the mousenot once, not twice, but as if her finger had suddenly developed a nervous twitch. She repeatedly tapped awaypanic rising as she deleted Lazzaro Ranaldis number-one guests entire financial history before his very eyes. He should step in, Caitlyn thought, frantically hitting the back arrow, sweat trickling between her breasts as his hand still hovered. His breath was on the back of her burning neck as an unfamiliar system command popped on screen, to taunt her.
Put Susan to Bed.
What?
Ohshe should have pressed cancel. As soon as she tapped okay, Caitlyn recalled the meaning of the strange promptthat she really didnt want the computer system to shut down on the day, that she really, really didnt want to do the one single thing Glynn had told her she must never, ever do. But as the screen went black, Caitlyn knew that Susan wasnt just in bed, she was snoring her head off and completely unrousable as somewhere in the system she tallied and recorded the days figures and guests comings and goings.
Caitlyn never sworewell, never in front of her bossbut her curse was out before she could stop it. Glynns alarmed expression told her that her frantic whisper had reached his ears.
Everything okay? Glynn checked nervously, from the other side of the desk, and Caitlyn looked up to face the lesser of two evils but Glynns visible terror at her horrified expression held nothing that could console her. Everything is okay, isnt it? he hissed.
There seems to be a problem with the system. Caitlyn attempted a calm voice, only her mouth seemed to belong to someone who had just stepped out of the dentists after having a root canal procedure. Her lips struggled to form the words, her finger was still tapping away, but her whole body was absolutely rigid. She was wishing that shed gone home when she could havewhen she should have.
What the hell do you mean? Glynn snapped, moving to race his way around the counter. A problem with the system? What on earth have you done, Caitlyn?
Ended her career before it had even started, probably, Caitlyn thought with dread. Lazzaro Ranaldis temper was legendary amongst the staffand something shed never wanted to witness, particularly aimed at herself. Bracing herself for his caustic tongue, for a few choice expletives to fill the lavish reception area as he told her exactly what he thought of her computer skills, of her woeful inadequacy to work for such an exclusive hotel, bravelystupidly, perhapsCaitlyn lifted her head and craned her neck to face him.
Her terrified expression turned to one of bemusement as she saw that the eyes that met hers werent hostile at all. In fact, if she wasnt mistaken, there was just the hint of a smile playing on the edge of his mouth.
Its fine, Glynn. With one perfectly manicured hand he halted his managers progress. You have guests to attend to. Lazzaros eyes fell on a rather affectionate couple at the desk, who really should get a room as quickly as possible. As Caitlyn said, there is a small problem with the systemnothing I cant sort.
Was there really a problem with the system? Caitlyn wondered hopefully as Glynn went to sort out the couple, her eyes darting back to the now flickering screen of the computer.
Nothing that cant be fixed He was leaning right over her now, as she stood frozen to the spotand not just her feet. Caitlyns hand was still clutching the mouse like a frozen claw. Her throat tightened as his warm hand closed around hers, guiding it up to the little red arrow at the top and closing the programmesomething Caitlyn was sure, positive in fact, that you shouldnt do. Her heart was thumping in her chest as he removed his handshe should really step aside. Only she didnt. In fact, still she stood there, as his hands came around either side of her waist and moved to the keyboard. Her heart leapt up into her mouth as, without a single mistake, he calmly logged in and with impressive speed typed in the necessary details to retrieve Gus Daltons information.
Luckily everything is backed up. His voice was low in her ear, and she waited for relief to flood herwaited for grateful breath to escape her lips as the crisis was averted. Only it never came. Her body was resisting the call to relax, and her mind was telling her in no uncertain terms that now certainly wasnt the time for complacency. Every nerve was on high alert, every cell, every shred of DNA was quivering with tension. Only it had nothing to do with her career, nothing to do with her boss catching her making a stupendous mistake, but everything to do with the man who was leaning over her, the heavy scent of him, the absolute undeniable maleness of him, was having the most dizzying effect.
How? Caitlyn blinked. Glynn said that once Susan was put to bed
All the days data is sent to me for checking, Lazzaro explained then elaborated, still tapping away. Nothing that happens on this computer is deleted till I am satisfied it is okay
Thank goodness for that.
So long as youre not attempting a dash of embezzlement? Hed stopped typing now, put the delicious prison of his arms down as he stepped back, and Caitlyn thankfully exhaled before she turned to face him.
Of course not! Caitlyn giggled.
Or having a few friends paying mates rates while staying in the Presidential Suite?
Please! Caitlyn laughed.
Or mooning behind the desk checking e-mails and doing a spot of internet banking on my time?
Er, no. Caitlyn wasnt laughing now. In fact she was having trouble forcing a smile.
Or checking your horoscope?
Caitlyn didnt even attempt a denial. Her face was burning an unattractive shade of scarlet, but if shed had the nerve to look up shed have seen that he was smiling.
Everything in order? Glynn was positively dripping with nerves as he came over.
Of course. Lazzaro shrugged. I see that Gus paid in advance forty-eight hours before the reception
Still Glynn cleared his throat. I thought I ought to warn him
Lazzaro! Smiling, loud, and as red in the face as Caitlyn, Gus Danton crossed the foyer. Come in and have a drink!
I was just about to. Lazzaro nodded. I trust everything has gone smoothly tonight?
Its been perfect! Gus enthused. Everythings gone off without a hitch. Actually Gus turned to address Glynn. Did you sort out the bar, like I asked?
All done, Lazzaro answered for his manager. Youll be posted an itemised bill next week.
Details, details Gus waved them away. Join us, Lazzaro.
Ill be there in just a moment.
As Gus headed back to the ballroom, Lazzaro gave a nod to his waiting beauty. And though he didnt whistle, though he didnt wave a lead, as she jumped up eagerly, the only thing Caitlyn could liken her to was an over-eager dog, finding out it was about to be walked.
Every staff member stood rigid, every polished smile was perfectly in place as he stalked towards the ballroom, yet, like a leaky balloon, one could almost feel the tension seeping out as the ballroom doors were opened and Lazzaro and his date entered. But just as shoulders drooped, just as everyone prepared to exhale en masse, as if having second thoughts, he turned aroundstriding back to the reception desk and fixing a stunned Caitlyn with his stern glare.
Why did I do that? he demanded. Come onyou are here to learn. Why, when this is a business, when I know he may not have the funds, would I choose, for now, to ignore it?
Er Caitlyns eyes darted to Glynns in a brief plea for help, but when none was forthcoming she forced herself to look back at Lazzaro. Because hes a friend? Caitlyn attempted. Seeing his frown deepen, she had another stab. Because hes a guest and, rather than embarrass him tonight The frown was still deepening as she frantically racked her brain. Because hes already paid so much
She was clearly completely off track. Her mind raced to come up with an answer, only she had none left. Bracing herself for the cracking whip of his putdown, she gave in. And he did the strangest, most unexpected thing.
All good reasons. But That inscrutable, scathing expression slipped like a mask and broke into another smile of which Caitlyn was the sole beneficiary, and it was like stepping out into the sun unprotecteddazzling, warming, blinding her with its intensity, knocking her completely off guard, a smile that magnified everything. He has three more daughters and all of them are singleso if tonight goes well, that is three more weddings
He didnt finish. Bored now, he turned again and headed back to his date, and towards the ballroom.
And this time, for Caitlyn at least, the tension had only just startedand there wasnt a trace of breath left in her lungs to be let out.
There were several clocks in the reception area, each giving the different times around the worldten minutes to midnight in Melbourne, ten minutes to two in the afternoon in London, and ten minutes to nine in the morning in NewYorkand Caitlyn glanced up at them, freeze-framing them in her mind. Because suddenly it was relevant; for the first time in her life Caitlyn actually understood the saying that time stood still
Because it did.
At ten minutes to midnight Caitlyns eyes were dragged back to Lazzaros departing back, watching as he walked into the ballroom and out of her view, taking with him just a little piece of her very young, very tender heart.
You might as well go home, Glynn said a little while later. Theres not much to do.
There will be, though. Caitlyn coloured up a touch, her work ethic for once having nothing to do with her wanting to hang around. Once the wedding reception finishes.
Its all under control.
What are you going to do about Luca? Caitlyn asked. All the best rooms are booked out for the wedding.
Hell be so wasted he wont notice if I put him in the broom cupboard. Glynn rolled his eyes, then smiled. Have you thought about what I said? About working here while you study? A lot of our chambermaids are students.
Caitlyn nodded. Im going to put in my rsum on Monday.
Well, you can put me down as a reference, Glynn said. Youve done really wellhere. He handed her a cab voucher.
Whats this for? You dont have to do that!
Dont worryI havent gone soft. Lazzaro insists the hotel pays for a taxi if staff work after elevenand given that youre practically staff, he wouldnt hear otherwise!
So he can be nice, then? Caitlyn fished. Despite what everyone says?
Unfortunately, yes. Glynn sighed. Which means one always ends up forgiving him when hes being bloody! Night, Caitlyn.
Chatting idly to the doorman, Caitlyn shiverednot with cold but with tiredness as she waited for ever for her taxi. But her weariness was quickly forgotten when Lazzaros rather ravishing date came out alone and boot-faced, and was gobbled up by his limousine.
Lovers tiff. Geoff winked, once she was safely off into the night. Youd think hed have had the sense to wait till morning to get rid of her!
Have they been together long? Caitlyn attempted to be casual but her face was burning.
Never seen her till tonight, Geoff said cheerfully. Ill give your taxi another remindermind you, the tennis is on. Why dont you wait inside and Ill call you when it comes?
And she would haveonly Lazzaro Ranaldi himself was coming through the revolving glass doors. Lazzaro Ranaldi himself was smiling at her as he walked past.
Youre either very late leaving, or arriving incredibly early.
Im waiting for a taxi, Caitlyn mumbled.
Youll be waiting a whilethe night match at the tennis just wrapped up.
I heard.
Would you like a lift?
Just like that he said itjust like any normal person would say it. Only he wasnt just a normal person, and Caitlyn had difficulty coming up with a normal answer. She just stood there mute for a moment as a few hundred thousand dollars worth of sleek silver sports car pulled up and the valet handed him the keys.
I was expecting the limousine! She put on a plummy voice and raised her nose in distaste at his stunning carthen panicked that he wouldnt get her rather offbeat humour.
Sorry about that Youll just have to slum it in this He didnt just get it, he topped it! As Geoff opened the passenger door for her, Lazzaro peered inside at the immaculate leather upholstery. I can look in the boot for a newspaper or something for you to sit on, so you dont mess up your skirt.
Ill be fine. Caitlyn gave a martyred sigh and climbed into the seat, wriggling down in the baby-bottom-soft leather and returning his smile as he joined her, watching as he punched her address into the sat nav. And just like that she forgot to be nervousjust like that they purred off into the night, chatting about anything and everythingincluding her age.
How old are you, then? Lazzaro asked as she rattled on about her studies.
Twenty, Caitlyn lied. Then, realising he could look it up, she recanted. Well, I will be on Thursday.
He made a mental note to tell his PA to send flowers and book a tableThursday suddenly seemed an impossibly long way off.
Turn left at the next roundabout and your destination is on the right, came the very calm voice of the sat nav.
The trouble with these things, Lazzaro said, smiling as he turned off the engine and faced her, is that you cant pretend youre lost and prolong your journey.
I know where I live, Caitlyn pointed out, but her heart was soaring at his blatant flirt.
Nice place. It wasamassiveold weatherboard in a very nice street, just a stones throw from the beach. Either there were a thousand students crammed in or, Lazzaro realised, she still lived at home. Someones still up.
My mum! Caitlyn frowned at the twitching curtain, wishing shed just gone to bed, embarrassed all of a sudden and feeling about twelve years old. Or my grandad.
Only it didnt bother him a bitin fact, there was a certain novelty to it all. Lazzaro was usedtoo usedto sophisticates seductively inviting him up, having already gone down!
Then youd better go in.
He watched her face fall an inch, and, though he wanted nothing more than to reach over and kiss her, Lazzaro knew exactly how to keep a woman wanting more.
God, she was gorgeous, though, Lazzaro thought as she walked up her drive.
The front door was opening before she even got there.
Funny too, Lazzaro mused, smiling as he drove off into the night. Hed put her out of her misery and ring her on Mondayput himself out of his misery too, Lazzaro thought, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
Once hed dealt with Luca hed ring her.
Luca.
His face hardened when he thought of his twin brotherhe was not relishing a bit the task that lay ahead.
Monday suddenly seemed impossibly close.
CHAPTER ONE
YOU bit him! Black eyes fixed her with a stern glare as she stood at his desk. This was the very last thing Lazzaro needed to be dealing with today, and a petty row among the domestic staff was something he didnt usually have to.
I didnt bite him, Caitlyn snapped, and Lazzaro actually blinked. Her denial was not what he had been expectingespecially given the evidence. But her irritation, her indignation, even, told him that this five-minute problem that had landed on his desk at five p.m. on a hellish Friday was actually a rather more serious one. Jenna, his PA, had tearfully resigned on Wednesday, and her assistant was off with the flu that had swept through half his admin staff, which meant that today Lazzaro was dealing with what was usually expertly delegated. Only maybe it was just as well he was dealing with this particular scenario. It would seem that Caitlynhe glanced down at the file on his deskCaitlyn Bell, had a side to her story that he needed to hear.
Even if he really didnt want to.
It was just a little nip. China-blue eyes held hiseyes that were familiar somehoweyes that were just as blue as Roxannes.
Where the hell had that thought come from?
This woman was nothing like Roxanne.
Caitlyn was as blonde as Roxanne was dark, and the woman who stood before him was petite whereas Roxanne was curvaceous, but those eyes A tiny swallow was the only evidence of his inner turmoilhe was angry with himself that even after all this time the memories, the pain, could still wash over him at the most unexpected of times.
Its not as if I sank my teeth in.
Lazzaro dragged his mind back to the conversation, grateful to escape his own thoughts, and it was quite hard not to smile at her description, quite hard not to compare it to Malvolioswho had roared and ranted so loudly, his hand wrapped in a handkerchief, as if it was about to fall off. He hadnt known what to expect when hed called her to his office. He was the last person who would normally deal with one of the hotels maids, and when he did they were usually cowering in the chair. But not this one.
Shed declined his offer to sit, and was instead standing at his deskjangling with nerves, perhaps, but curiously strong. Long blonde hair that was presumably usually neatly tied back was tumbling out of its hair-tie after the incident, her arms were folded across her chest, and the blue eyes were glassy from her trying not to cry. She kept sniffing in the effort not to, and somehow, even if she was tiny, even if she was clearly shaken, somehow she was incredibly together tooher rosebud mouth pursed and defiant as she refused to relent.
I need more information.
I really dont see what all the fuss is about.
One of my staff members has been bitten by another
Not just any one of your staff members
This time he deliberately didnt blink. He held his expression in absolute check as she interrupted, and, though few usually dared, he let the fact go as Caitlyn Bell got straight to the rather awkward point.
Malvolio is, I believe, your brother-in-law.
He gave a terse noda nod that was actually respectful, acknowledging what she had to say even while quickly disregarding it. The fact Malvolio is my brother-in-law has no bearing in this matternone whatsoever. Now, I want to hear exactly what happened.
As Malvolio said, we were discussing a promotionhe tripped and, like a reflex action, he put out his hands to save himself
Caitlyn Rather more usually, it was Lazzaro interrupting now, but unusually someone overrode himsomeones voice got a touch louder and more insistent as Caitlyn spoke over him.
Andlike a reflex actionI bit him. She gave a tight smile. Or rather, I gave him a little nip.
I want the truth.
You just got it.
Caitlyn, you are one of my staff
Not any more. She shook her head. I just resigned.
No. He wasnt having ithe saw just a flash of tears in those stunning blue eyes, and loathed Malvolio for causing them. You do not have to lose your job over this
I was already leaving. Thats why I was having a discussion with Malvolio in the first place. Ive got an interview next weeka second interview, actuallyfor a PR position with the Mancini chain of hotels.
A PR position? Lazzaro frowned. Alberto Mancini was both his friend and his rival. Both had hotels all over the world, both had formidable reputations, and both were choosy with their staffand a chambermaid, no matter how well presented, wouldnt cut it in PR. You are a chambermaid. How can you have an interview for a PR?
Ive been working as a maid while studying.
Studying?
Hospitality and tourism
He was only half listeningthat jolt of recognition he had experienced when he saw her was explained now. That was where he knew her from. Shed been on the deskfunny that he could remember, but he didand there had been a wedding The Danton wedding that was it
You did work experience here while you were studying? Lazzaro checked. A couple of years ago?
Thats right Caitlyn blinked, stunned that he remembered, wondering what he remembered. Just for a few days. I filled in an application form at the time, and Ive been working as a maid while Ive been studying ever since.
He ran a hand over his forehead and trailed it down over his cheek, fingering for just a second the livid scar that ran the length of it. And for the second time in as many moments, Lazzaro came up with another logical explanation as to why this particular womans face remained in his memory.
Before.
The weekend before it had happened.
The weekend before, when life had been so much easier.
When laughing had come so much more readily.
Hed kissed thousands of women he couldnt recall. Funny that he remembered one that he hadnt.
Why havent you applied for a position heregiven your history with the place?
It was a perfectly reasonable question, one that her family and colleagues regularly asked, but one she simply couldnt answerand especially not to Lazzaro.
How could she tell him that for more than two years hed been on her mind, that the king-size crush that had hit her that nightdespite her busy life, despite dancing and fun and boyfriendsstill hadnt faded?
That she really needed to get a life.
One away from Lazzaro Ranaldi and the stupid torch she carried for him.
Maybe if his brother hadnt diedmaybe if she hadnt started work as a chambermaidmaybe if he hadnt been linked with Roxanne and it hadnt been on every news bulletin and in every paper or magazine Caitlyn had openedthen, after that initial meeting, shed have moved quickly on, forgotten the feel of his eyes on hers, forgotten the thrill in her stomach as that dark, ruthless face had been softened by a rare smile. Only in the days after that meeting shed seen the pain in those closed features screaming from the newspapers, had winced at the scurrilous gossip that had ensued, the blistering row between brothers that had preceded Luca Ranaldis sudden and tragic death. But still working in the hotelinstead of moving onshe had caught her breath whenever shed gleaned an occasional glimpse of him striding through the hotel, blushing in her maids uniform asnaturallyhe didnt deign to give her a glance. Though Caitlyn did. That perfect face, marred since that tragic day by a livid scar along his cheek, with lines now fanning his dark eyes and his mouth permanently set on grim. She could see the tension he carried in his shoulders, and wanted somehow for him to smile again.
Just the way he once had.
She hadnt spoken to him since that nightnot even once. And thank goodness for that, Caitlyn realised, because despite more than two years between drinks, so to speak, still he absolutely moved her. Despite the angry scar on his cheek, despite the closed, much more guarded expression he wore now, despite the pain in his eyesstill he was absolutely beautiful.
I need a bit more variety Caitlyn answered truthfullybecause she did. She needed to sample a world that didnt have his name on every sheet of paper, needed to check her bank balance and not see Ranaldi, needed to just get over himfor good.
Youll find nowhere better than right here.
Youre probably right Caitlyns face twisted slightly at the unwitting irony of his statement. But I really think its time for a changeso you see today really doesnt matter. I was leaving soon anyway.
But it does matter, Caitlyn. You have worked for this hotel for two years and one month. He gave a small swallow as her eyes narrowed, and he glanced again at her file, as if hed gleaned the information from there. Only he hadntthe date was indelibly etched on his mind, but she didnt need to know why
It had nothing to do with her.
If anything untoward has happened, you have the same rights as any other staff member. Just because Malvolio is family
I hear your sisters having a baby She pulled a crumpled tissue out of her pocket and gave her nose a rather loud blow.
What does that have to do with this? Lazzaros voice was completely even, his face impassive, but he had to stop himself from drumming his fingers on the deskactually had to remind himself to keep looking her in the eye as she voiced his very thoughts. How the hell would Antonia cope? She had just started to get her life back on track after Lucas death, the new baby was due in just a few days, there was his niece, Marianna, just four years oldwhat the hell had Malvolio been thinking?
It has everything to do with this! Caitlyn gulped. Look, Im fineI really amand I dont want any fuss. I just want to get my things and leave.
And, though it must surely be the last thing she wanted after the days events, all he wanted to do was to walk around the desk and put his arms around her, this little spitfire who had marched into his office on his command and was about to walk out against it. And, yes, technically it would be so much easier to let her go. But it would be wrong, so very wrong, if he did.
Caitlynlets just talk about this. It can be dealt withyou really do not have to leave.
Oh, but I think I do, she countered. As I said, Ive got the Mancini interviewI can muddle through till then. Though Her voice faded, her head shaking at the impossibility of explaining her problems to him.
What?
Its complicated.
Probably not to me.
She managed a wan smile, realising she had no choice but to tell him. Ive been doing a lot of overtime for the last two months. A lot of overtime, Caitlyn reiterated.
I will ensure that youre paid.
Its just that Caitlyn took a deep breath. Im applying for a mortgage, and I need three months of payslips to show my earnings. She scuffed the carpet with her foot. I told the bank it was my regular wage.
Without overtime? Lazzaro checked. But wouldnt that show up on your payslip?
Quite! Caitlyn blushed.
So you lied to the bank?
Not lied exactly. Caitlyn gulped. Malvolio said it She watched his eyes narrow, realised he must be thinking there was something more to their working relationship. There truly wasnt. She had asked and he had agreedit was as simple as that. Oh, it doesnt matter. Caitlyn shrugged. I need three payslips anyway.
Then stay.
I dont want to. She stood firm. Id rather not put Malvolio down as a reference. I know he deals with the domestic staff, and I know he usually would be the one, but I
You can put meI can assure you I have more influence with Mancini than Malvolio does, and I will ensure it is extremely favourable.
How? Caitlyn frowned. How can you write my reference when you dont know anything about me?
Oh, but I think I do. Her words, only spoken through his lips now. He stared over at herlittle, but strong and, unlike his brother-in-law, unlike the father of the baby, this stranger actually gave a damn about the woman who was carrying his child.
I will get the forms and have your pay made up. I will do it on Mondaythat way, if you change your mind over the weekend
Could you get the forms now, please? She wasnt looking at him now, instead staring out of his vast windows somewhere over his shoulder at the Melbourne city skyline. I wont be changing my mind.
Just think about it.
Id like the forms now.
This time she didnt add please.
This time Lazzaro knew there was no persuading her otherwise.
Wheres Malvolio?
Storming through the Admin corridors, Lazzaro caught everyone by surprise. Admin staff with bags over their shoulders, hoping to slope off a little early, suddenly sat back down and started tapping at blank screens; the raucous laughter coming from the boardroom that signalled end-of-week drinks that Lazzaro supplied for his team, which should start at five but in fact seemed to start around lunchtime, snapped off as if the power had been pulled as he stormed into rather unfamiliar territory. His suite was on the top floor, and he had a private lift that absolutely bypassed the usually well-oiled engines of Admin.
But come five p.m. on Friday, the wheels fell off somewhat!
Hes gone! Audrey Miller, Malvolios assistant, gave an anxious smile. He had to dash offAntonia rang and said she was having some cramps
Antonias in labour?
Im not sure. Audrey gulped. But the staff got a bit excited, as you can see
There wasnt a hope in hell of getting the termination formslet alone a final cheque cut.
Hed deal with the lot of them on Monday.
Right now, his sister could be in labour.
His brother-in-law by her side.
The same brother-in-law who had forced Caitlyn Bells resignation for all the wrong reasons.
CHAPTER TWO
DAMN!
Pacing the floor of the huge office, Caitlyn paused for a moment to blow her nose again, and rummaged in her bag for her compact, powdering her reddened face and telling herself to hold it together for just a little while longer.
Shed surely get another jobbut she also needed those three blasted payslips just in case the court ruling went against her mother.
It wouldnt, Caitlyn consoled herself. Their lawyer had assured them that everything was under control. A moan of horror escaped her lips at the thought of that same lawyers bill, sitting on the dining room tablea bill that had to be paid before hed proceed further.
What the hell was she going to do?
Shed lied to Lazzaro about a second interview with the Mancini chainshe hadnt even had the first interview yet. Her application was still sitting half-typed on her computer! Actually, shed lied to Lazzaro about everything. There had been no discussion about a promotion; Malvolio had just been his usual sleazy self. Shed been sitting on her afternoon break, minding her own business, when hed come into the coffee room and again suggested they catch up for a drink after work.
Again shed declined.
Youve got something in your hair.
Hed come over, had stood behind her where she sat, and, as if being touched by a lizard, shed flinched as his hand had made contact with her hair. She had screwed her eyes closed as hed brushed something that surely wasnt there away, wishing the horrible moment over, only the horror hadnt even begun. The lizard had been on the move.
Come on, Caitlynstop teasing me
His filthy hands had crept down; shed been able to hear his breath coming short and hard behind her.
Im not teasing you Her head had been spinning. The confrontation shed dreadeddreaded but convinced herself would never happen, that she was surely imagining thingswas actually here. Malvolio, youre married
Antonia. His hand had moved down. She is so wrapped up in herself and the baby. You and I could be so good together.
Paralysed, shed sat, watched his fingers sneaking at the top of her dress, her brain literally frozen. It had been like being stuck in a nightmare, where you couldnt scream. Shed known that by doing nothing she was implying consentand if she couldnt speak, if she couldnt scream, then there were two other choices that had sprung to her panicked mind: vomit or bite.
Caitlyn had chosen the latter!
She could still hear his screams of ragehear again the vile torrent of words hed spat at her as hed jumped backand, like a child, she put her hands over her ears, blocked out what he had said to her. She just didnt want to go there right now.
How, Caitlyn begged herself as she resumed her pacing, could he think shed teased him? Shed gone out of her way to avoid him, though she had felt his unwelcome eyes on her for months now, had done everything possible to avoid Her eyes shuttered in wretched horror. The consequences of her resignation were starting to hit home. The prospect of going home and telling her mother that she no longer had work Oh, a chambermaids wage wasnt going to change the world, but for now at least it meant holding onto her mothers.
A single mother, Helen Bell had done everything to provide not just for her daughter, but for her own father. When Caitlyns grandmother had died, two years after Caitlyn was born, concerned about her fathers declining health and mounting financial problems, Helen had moved back to the family home, working several jobs to pay the mortgage and bills and had gradually cleared his debts. It hadnt all been a struggle, thoughthe home had been a happy one, with Caitlyns grandfather more than happy to mind his grandchild while Helen worked hard. And in later years, as his health had declined, both Helen and Caitlyn had in turn been more than happy to care for himnursing him at home right till the end.
Caitlyns aunt Cheryl had rarely put in an appearanceuntil after the funeral. Of course the family home Helen had worked so hard to keep and pay for had been left to her. But Cheryl had had it valuedthe beachside suburb close to the city was prime real estate nowand Cheryl wanted not only the generous cash sum that her father had bequeathed to her in his will, but half the value of the family home. Egged on by Roxanne and a greedy lawyer, she was moving heaven and earth to ensure that she got it.
Bloody Roxanne and Aunty Cheryl Caitlyn hissed. Why couldnt they just leave them alone?
The ringing of the phone halted her pacing for less than a second. Her mind was so consumed with her own problems that at first she didnt even give it a glance.
She needed work so badly, but here it would be impossible. Lazzaro was hardly going to fire his own brother-in-law. It would be her word against his. And what about Malvolios poor wife? How?
The phone resumed its shrill, and irritated now, unable to ignore it, Caitlyn picked it up.
Lazzaro Ranaldis phone. This is Caitlyn Bell speaking.
She didnt notice Lazzaro come in at first, just listened as a rather exasperated female voice demanded that she be put through.
Im sorry, Mr Ranaldi isnt in his office right now. But if youd like to leave your name, as soon as he returns Ill let him know that you called
Half turning, she saw him, and was just about to hand the phone over when instinct kicked in somehow. The dash of bitters in the womans voice was telling Caitlyn that perhaps this was one call Lazzaro might be glad to miss, so instead of handing him the receiver, she grabbed a pen and scribbled down the womans name. Lucy.
She even managed a little smile when he grimaced and shook his head while Lucy vented her spleen down the phone.
Of course, Caitlyn said sweetly. Ill be sure to let him know. Replacing the receiver, she turned to her very soon to be ex-boss. Youre a bastard!
Thank you for passing it on.
And she knows youre there and just refusing to talk to her.
Anything else?
Er, that was pretty much it, Caitlyn lied. Well, she was hardly going to tell him that just because hes fabulous in bed, it doesnt make up for the way hes treated me. Though she did give him a rather edited version of the teary conclusion to the call. Shed like you to call herany time, Caitlyn emphasised. Any time at all! So Noticing his empty hands, she raised her eyebrows. Where are the forms?
In a filing cabinet. He gave an apologetic grimace. Only Im not sure which onebut I will write you a cheque now
A cheques not much good to me at this time on a Friday. She didnt want to stay another second. Another second and shed start crying; another second and shed crumple. The brave fa?ade she was wearing so well was seriously falling apartthe hem unravelling along with the seamsso she hitched her bag on her shoulder and headed for the door. Just have it all posted to me on Monday.
Caitlyn. His strong voice summoned her back, but she kept on walking. Just listen to me for a moment. What if I were to offer you a job as my personal assistant?
Now, that was enough to stop her in her tracksonly not enough to make her turn around.
Me?
Her hand paused as it reached for the handle and Lazzaro spoke on. Clearly I need someone, and you have no idea of some of the poor efforts the agency has sent. You handled that call well, you are qualified, and you are clearly he gave a slightly uncomfortable cough discreet
I cant.
The words shot out on instincther dream job, everything that shed wished for coming true, and the money, oh, God, the money would make such a difference. Only she couldnt do itjust couldnt do it. And bitter, so bitter, was her regret.
I cant face seeing Malvolio again. Her voice was shrill, and still she didnt turn around. Her hand was on the door now, but not to open it, more for support. The horrors of the day were finally catching up, the feelings she had denied, had willed herself not to examine until she was safely alone, were making searing contact with her brain now. I dont think I could stand to be
Silence filled the room. Only it wasnt peaceful. It was that horrible silence of a strangled sob, the thud of reality, that moment when it all catches up and theres nothing that can be done to push it back downwhen you cant keep smiling as if youre stupid, when you cant pretend that you dont care and that it didnt really matter that filthy hands had dirtied your life. Yesin a while shed no doubt be able to shrug it off; in a while shed probably put it all into perspective and apportion the correct blame. In a while it wouldnt matter as much as it mattered now.
But right now it mattered.
And it mattered to Lazzaro too.
Seeing her convulseseeing this proud, strong woman wilt for a secondhe found it mattered enough to propel him from his desk, to literally peel her trembling body from the door, to turn her around to face him and hold her. Like some mountain rescuer he reached her on the cliff-edge and tried to imbue her with his warmth.
I hate him She wasnt talking to Lazzaro; he knew that. I hate him.
I know.
Ill be okay soon. She gulped, knowing she would, just confirming it to herself. She was embarrassed now at letting him see her cry, but he held her closer as she started to pull away, and after just a second of protest she let himlet him comfort her, let him hold her as the horror slowly receded, her breathing slowing at just listening to the soothing thud of his heart in his chest.
For Lazzaro there was one inevitable end to holding a woman in his arms. The luxury of having a penthouse suite as your office meant there was a bed just a door away, and as he stared down at lips swollen from nibbling teeth and salty tears, instinct told him to kiss herto soothe her in the way he soothed women best. Only a deeper instinct prevailed.
Moralitywhich was usually voidcrept in. His kiss was surely not what she needed now.
Only it was.
It felt like for ever that shed dreamt of being in his arms, but now it had happened Caitlyn found out dreams didnt actually compare. Being held by him was so blissfully consuming, the circle of his arms so strong and safe, that nothing else could invade. She felt the shift in him, felt the shift from comfort to more, and she actually wanted him to kiss her, wanted his hands on her to erase the grubby stains Malvolios had left.
But he didnt. Instead he held her for just a little bit more, held her close as she assimilated all that had taken place and put it into some sort of order, and when finally he let her go, when finally she could stand alone again, the world was certainly a nicer place than the one shed left just moments ago.
Malvolio manages the housekeeping staff. Hes rarely in the office and Im rarely here. The job would involve a lot of travel His voice was low, his gaze direct as he told her he hadnt changed his mind.
But even so Caitlyn protested. Id still have to see him sometimes Again she shook her head, but she wasnt so certain now. Lazzaro believed her. Lazzaro knew. And he would, she was sure, sort it.
That thought was confirmed when Lazzaro spoke next. He will not trouble you at allI will go and see him and make very sure of it. You do not have to leave.
I havent got any experience She was being offered her dream job, a fast-track to what would normally take years to achieve, and even if it was foolhardy to show how woefully inadequate she was for such an esteemed position, really she had no choice.
You havent picked up any bad habits, then. For the first time today she saw him smile, then he gestured to the desk. Sit down.
Formality was welcome.
Formality she could actually deal with.
So she listened as he took her through her new role, blinking at the description of international flights and luxury hotels that would now pepper her existence, at a salary that made her eyes widen, and at the prospect of a life, as Lazzaro strongly pointed out, that would be basically put on hold to accommodate his.
My time is valuable, Lazzaro said, and she nodded. Take todayI should not be going to Admin to get forms, and nor will you be able to. That is why you too will have an assistant. My former PA has a list of names somewhere, of people who can be put through to me without question, people who first you check and people who, like Lucy, you will have to deal with. He gave a tight smile. At times your work will be menial, and at times it will be downright boringsuch as sitting in a car waiting for me. At other times the stress and demands will be intense. Each morning we will go through my dayeach week we will plan my schedule. For example, in a couple of weeks we will fly to Rome
I dont speak Italian
Lucky for you then, that nearly all my staff in Rome speak excellent English Still, if you do decide to remain in this position, that is something you might be wise to address.
If she decided to remain! Who would be mad enough to leave such a fabulous job?
Lazzaro must have caught the slightly incongruous dart of her eyes.
I have never had a PA stay for more than a yearthat is how long you will be contracted for. Towards the end of your term we will discuss your future. This is an exceptionally demanding roleand, yes, I am an exceptionally demanding boss. I have high standards, a formidable workload, and at some point you will no doubt decide that no amount of money or perks can make up for it.
Is that why Jenna left? Caitlyn asked, because shed heard that you should find out the reasons any position was vacant. Though when Lazzaro answered she rather wished that she hadnt.
Jenna had certain demands that I wasnt prepared to meet.
Like monogamy? Caitlyn was tempted to say, but thankfully she didnttheir private affair had not been so private, given it was she who had changed the sheets!
At some point, Lazzaro continued, you will want to resume your own lifeI accept that. However, a period of working for me will open many doors for you.
I just dont get why me, when its clearly such a demanding role Caitlyns mouth was suddenly dryshe was acutely aware that she was sitting in a chambermaids dress, suddenly being interviewed for a plum position. And though naturally Id love the opportunity, I just dont understand why youd just hand it to me. If its because of what happened with Malvolio
After several unsuccessful interviews, I wasted yet another hour this afternoon attempting to explain to a very boutique recruitment agency my needs, Lazzaro interrupted. Outlining what it was I was looking for in an assistant. Next week I will be paraded with a number of what they consider suitable applicants. I do not necessarily want someone who speaks fluent Italian. I do not want someone who on paper has excellent interpersonal skills but in reality cannot read a situation. I want someone who, without being told, writes down the name of a caller they assume might be difficult. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he looked over at her. I guess you just know sometimes that youve found the person youre looking for.
Quite! Caitlyn croaked, then coloured up, biting on her bottom lip, wishing she were hearing that from him somewhere other than in an interview.
And, Lazzaro continued, I want someone who has the guts to be honest.
I am honest Caitlyn flared.
Just not with your bank. He grinned. Look, I am not asking you to sign away the rest of your life. I understand that the role is too consuming, too demanding to expect longevity. But most people I interview are using this as a stepping stoneare prepared to work hard for a few months because of the doors it will open. I want someone who is prepared to work hard, full-stop. So when you are thinking of leavingwhich you willI want you to tell me.
Okay Caitlyn nodded, only she didnt sound very convincedwasnt convinced at all, in fact, that she would ever leave. Still, maybe this was the way to get over him, she decided, looking at the multitude of positives. Maybe witnessing his legendary bloody nature first hand might just get her to put out the light on the stupid torch shed been carrying for him.
Are you in a relationship?
Excuse me? Caitlyns response was suitably appalled. I hardly think thats relevant.
But it is, Lazzaro countered. He is going to have to be one very patient man to accept that hes hardly going to see youthat if this goes ahead, as of Monday, I come first!
Well, Im not in a relationship. Caitlyn sniffed. We just broke up.
Excellent. Lazzaro smiled. How long were you together?
Why? Are you worried Im going to be crying into my tissues instead of concentrating on you?
Im just curious. Lazzaro shrugged. Given that were going to be working so closely together, were going to get to know these things about each other.
Hardly! Caitlyn choked back the wordshe couldnt imagine asking Lazzaro to pass the tissues as she cracked a bar of chocolate and told him that the reason she and Dominic had broken up was becausebecause She closed her eyes and cringed. Because of the things she didnt do. Because, at the ripe old age of twenty-two, she was still a virgin!
Purple! Caitlyn said instead, giving a tight smile at Lazzaros bemused frown. Im wearing purple knickers, before you ask, and we were together six months. He ended it, but I was actually about to. Is that enough information for you?
For now He gave her a very lazy smile, and stared at her for the longest time without even attempting to speak. For Caitlyn it was excruciating as she awaited what she knew was about to be a summing up. Youre very he paused before he delivered his verdict different.
I am.
Very interesting Lazzaro mused.
Im hard bloody work, actually!
I like hard work. Lazzaro grinned, and she nearly shot out of her chair at the look he was giving her. Well, I look forward to working with you. That will be all.
Not quite. Caitlyn saw his frown of surprise and she took a deep breath before speaking. Generally at the end of an interview the interviewee is asked if she has any questions or anything shed like to add.
Do you?
Actually, yes Caitlyn hesitated for a secondcould absolutely hear the horrified shriek of the little devil that sat on her shoulder as she decided to be up-front. But there was no point in taking this job, no point at all, if one thing wasnt made perfectly clear from the start. Shed heard Lazzaro was a tough and demanding boss, that he had no qualms at all about speaking his mindloudly on occasion. That she could accept, so long as Lazzaro could accept her. I admire the fact that you speak your mind. However her blue eyes locked with his so do I.
Id already worked that one out, Lazzaro countered. Though stand-up rows with my personal assistant I can do without.
Oh, therell be no stand-up rows. Caitlyn smiled. Im more professional than that. But, before you formally offer me the position, you should know that I do have a tongue, and one that Ill use if I think Im being spoken to inappropriatelyno matter how good the salary, manners cost nothing.
Lazzaro, though his face never moved a muscle, was actually smothering a smile; listening to Caitlyn was as unique as it was refreshingalmost as if he were the one being interviewed for the job.
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Step into a world of sophistication and glamour, where sinfully seductive heroes await you in luxurious international locations.She was hired to make his bed and then to warm it!Sexy Italian billionaire Lazzaro Ranaldi chooses women like his cars sleek, elegant, and easily upgraded to a new model. His mistrust of women is seared onto his soul. But theres something about Caitlyn that tempts him to take her But then Lazzaro starts to believe Caitlyn isnt as innocent as she seems; could she have already betrayed him and his family? He wont be played for a fool!Hell get his revenge by cutting her out of his heart and putting a ring on her finger!
Ive never made love before.
Did she think he was that stupid?
China-blue eyes stared up at him. That full mouth was quivering with nerves, still waiting to be kissed, and he was tempted to silence her with just that. What the hell was she playing at? Hed seen her pills in her bathroom, for Gods sake, and shed told himtold himthat shed just broken up with her boyfriend of six months. And now she was telling him she was a virgin.
Please!
A very scathing remark was on the tip of his tonguewhatever game she was playing with him was about to be abruptly concluded. The muscles in his arms tensed as he went to push her offonly he didnt.
If she wanted to play virgin, if she wanted to pretend that he was her first, then who was he to stop her? In fact, somehow it made it easiereasier to block out the whys and hows, easier to lower his mouth to hers, to play whatever game it was that she was playing and lose himself.
Pulling her back towards him, Lazzaro kissed the shell of her ear as he spoke. Then wed better take things slowly!
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ITALIAN BOSS, RUTHLESS REVENGE
BY
CAROL MARINELLI
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PROLOGUE
RANALDIS here!
A shiver of anticipation went around the lavish hotel receptionstarting with a nod from the doorman to warn the concierge, who in turn signalled to the receptionistsand Caitlyn noticed everyones backs seemed to straighten just a touch more, hands all moving to flatten ties or hair, as a sleek limousine pulled up outside.
The question is Glynn, the manager, blinked nervously as he flicked his fringe back off his face which one?
The answer was, for Caitlyn, more relevant than Glen could possibly realise.
Here on work experience, shadowing the staff and completely supernumerary, it shouldnt have mattered a jot to Caitlyn which one of the dashing Ranaldi twins was pulling up outsideafter all, both were legends.
Lazzaro and Luca Ranaldi both headed up the sumptuous Ranaldi chain of luxurious international hotelsand, along with their sister, were heirs to the vast wealth their father had created and subsequently, following his death last year, left behind.
Impressive? Yes.
Newsworthy? No.
Unless, of course, that vast wealth happened to have landed in the laps of stunning identical twins. Not one but two immaculate prototypes, who regularly hit the headlines courtesy of their jet-setting, depraved existence. Since their fathers death, and their sister marrying and settling there, the stunning pair had loosely based themselves in Melbournetwo irrepressible playboys, who made no apologies and certainly offered no excuses! Only last week Luca had been in the papers for a fight at the casino, and there had been a few drink-driving scandals recently that Caitlyn could recall.
A dark-suited man stepped out of the limousine, and Caitlyn found herself holding her breath
Which one is it? Caitlyn whispered.
Im not sure yet Glynn mused. Theyre both identical, both divine
Caitlyn hoped it was Lazzaro.
Not because he was considered the most powerful, the true leader of the two, but for a reason Glynn would have trouble believing.
Watching as two strappy sandals hit the ground beneath the car door, Caitlyn chewed on her lip, wondering what on earth shed do if Roxanne came into viewwondering how the other hotel staff would react to her if they knew the strange truth
Luca Ranaldi was dating her cousin.
Its Lazzaro, Glynn confirmed as, without waiting for his date, the dark-suited male walked through the gold revolving doors.
How do you know? Caitlyn frowned. I thought you said they were identical
Lazzaro doesnt wait for anyone Glynn hissed out of the side of his mouth before stepping forward to greet his boss. Not even a beautiful woman!
Oh, shed seen him beforehad seen him in the papers, his photo being on the cover of a business magazine she was reading for her coursebut nothing, nothing had prepared Caitlyn for the impact of seeing him up close and in the flesh. Well over six feet, as he walked in it was clear to all that he owned the placeand not just literally. Confidence and arrogance just oozed from him, and as he walked over to the desk Caitlyn realised he wasnt just stunninghe was absolutely beautiful. His jet hair was longer than it was in the photos, with a raven fringe flopping over his forehead, and as for those eyes Caitlyn actually gave a little sigh. Thickly lashed, they were black as the night and just as dangerous. As his gaze met hers, it was bored, utterly uninterested and he soon looked away. But, for Caitlyn, it was as if his image had been branded on her brain, freeze-framed so she could examine it at her leisuresee again that straight Roman nose, see close up his smooth olive skin and that sulky, full, incredibly kissable mouth.
Realising she was staringgaping, evenCaitlyn tore her gaze away and looked at the woman who had walked in behind him. She was now sitting on one of the plush lobby sofas as she awaited her masterand Caitlyn couldnt help the tiny ironic smile that pursed her lips.
Though it wasnt Roxanne, it might just as well have been.
The raven beauty who accompanied Lazzaro certainly hadnt been striving to achieve au naturelle when shed applied her make-up. Dark glossy hair tumbled, albeit strategically, over shoulders that were so evenly tanned it could only have come from some serious hours on a sunbed combined with a regular spray tan.
Welcome, sir. Glynns outstretched hand went ignored.
How are things? Lazzaro didnt return the greeting, his eyes narrowing as they scanned the reception area. Any problems?
None at all, his manager assured him.
Has Luca been in?
Not as yet, Glynn said, discreetly omitting to mention the drunken call hed taken earlier, demanding that the best room in the hotel be somehow vacated and prepared for his arrival.
Hows the wedding?
Excellent, Glynn enthused. But as Lazzaros burning gaze fell on him, he coloured up just a touch. Well, theres one teeny problem, but were taking care of it now.
Lazzaro raised one perfectly arched black brow, and, though he didnt say a word, the tiny gesture clearly indicated that he wanted more information.
The brides father, Mr Danton
Gus Danton is a close personal friend of mine, Lazzaro interrupted, and though his English was excellent, his deep, heavily accented voice held just a tinge of warning.
Caitlyns eyebrows shot up just a fractionafter all, if he was such a good friend, how come Lazzaro hadnt been at the wedding? She didnt say it, of course, but Lazzaro was either a skilled mind-reader or had felt the breeze from her eyebrows raising, because, as if answering her very thoughts he deigned to give her a brief look.
There are not enough Saturday nights in a year to attend every wedding to which I am invited butgiven Mr Danton has chosen my hotel, and given Mr Danton is a friendnaturally I will come in for a drink. Of course, I hoped to hear there have been no problems
Quite. Glynn swallowed.
So?
Well, hes asked that the bar remain open for another hour. Of course were more than happy to obligeits just that his credit card has been declined. I was actually on my way to have a discreet word with him now.
Bring up his details. He snapped his fingers in Caitlyns vague direction, and even though shed been bringing up guests details for most of the night, this almost mastered skill had never been tested under such stressful conditions.
Er, Caitlyns only here on work experience, sir, Glynn said, rushing over to the computer. One black look from Lazzaro halted him. Shes studying hospitality, and
Since when has a work experience student stayed till midnight on a Saturday? Lazzaro cut in, staring at her name badge, lowering his eyes to her suede stilettos, and then lazily working them upwardstaking in the rather cheap navy skirt and white blouse that comprised her uniform. In absolutely no hurry, as Glynn chatted nervously on, he scrutinised her face, staring into her blue eyes and doing the strangest things to her stomach.
Caitlyn was very keen to witness a busy Saturday night
God, she wished shed had warningwished shed had time to dash to the loo and redo her heavy blonde hair. She could feel her attempt at a French roll uncoiling before his eyes. And she wished the mouth he was staring at had just a little bit of lipstick on.
And she has been dealing with guests?
Yes, Glynn croaked. Well, shes been closely supervised, of course.
She has been bringing up details for paying guests?
Er, yes Glynn nodded. But, as I said, only with supervision. Which wasnt strictly trueGlynn had been out for more smoke breaks than Caitlyn could count. Still, she was hardly going to tell Lazzaro that.
If she is good enough for my guests, Lazzaro responded, with the martyrdom only the truly pompous could muster, then she is good enough for me.
If he called her she again, Caitlyn decided, then shed jolly well give him a piece of her mind.
As his black eyes fell on her, Caitlyn recanted.
Well, maybe she wouldnt actually say anything. Still, she could think itdivine he might be to look at, but he was a loathsome, arrogant, chauvinist brute. Blushing with a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment, she furiously backspaced as she spectacularly mistyped. After an exceedingly long moment, Gus Dantons details finally flashed on to the screen.
Momentarily!
His account, Lazzaro snapped, clearly expecting that with a few rapid clicks Caitlyn should bring up the necessary page. But his impatience only unsettled her more.
The cursor wobbled on screen as suddenly he was behind her, standing over her, his hand hovering to take the computer mouseeffectively dismissing her efforts. She should have stepped backonly he was behind her. She should have moved her hand to let him take overonly his was above hers.
Perhaps it was the prospect of physical contact with him, perhaps it was nerves, or an impossible combination of both, but at that second precisely her hope for a glowing reference from the Ranaldi Hotel for her work experience melted away as rapidly as Caitlyn clicked the mousenot once, not twice, but as if her finger had suddenly developed a nervous twitch. She repeatedly tapped awaypanic rising as she deleted Lazzaro Ranaldis number-one guests entire financial history before his very eyes. He should step in, Caitlyn thought, frantically hitting the back arrow, sweat trickling between her breasts as his hand still hovered. His breath was on the back of her burning neck as an unfamiliar system command popped on screen, to taunt her.
Put Susan to Bed.
What?
Ohshe should have pressed cancel. As soon as she tapped okay, Caitlyn recalled the meaning of the strange promptthat she really didnt want the computer system to shut down on the day, that she really, really didnt want to do the one single thing Glynn had told her she must never, ever do. But as the screen went black, Caitlyn knew that Susan wasnt just in bed, she was snoring her head off and completely unrousable as somewhere in the system she tallied and recorded the days figures and guests comings and goings.
Caitlyn never sworewell, never in front of her bossbut her curse was out before she could stop it. Glynns alarmed expression told her that her frantic whisper had reached his ears.
Everything okay? Glynn checked nervously, from the other side of the desk, and Caitlyn looked up to face the lesser of two evils but Glynns visible terror at her horrified expression held nothing that could console her. Everything is okay, isnt it? he hissed.
There seems to be a problem with the system. Caitlyn attempted a calm voice, only her mouth seemed to belong to someone who had just stepped out of the dentists after having a root canal procedure. Her lips struggled to form the words, her finger was still tapping away, but her whole body was absolutely rigid. She was wishing that shed gone home when she could havewhen she should have.
What the hell do you mean? Glynn snapped, moving to race his way around the counter. A problem with the system? What on earth have you done, Caitlyn?
Ended her career before it had even started, probably, Caitlyn thought with dread. Lazzaro Ranaldis temper was legendary amongst the staffand something shed never wanted to witness, particularly aimed at herself. Bracing herself for his caustic tongue, for a few choice expletives to fill the lavish reception area as he told her exactly what he thought of her computer skills, of her woeful inadequacy to work for such an exclusive hotel, bravelystupidly, perhapsCaitlyn lifted her head and craned her neck to face him.
Her terrified expression turned to one of bemusement as she saw that the eyes that met hers werent hostile at all. In fact, if she wasnt mistaken, there was just the hint of a smile playing on the edge of his mouth.
Its fine, Glynn. With one perfectly manicured hand he halted his managers progress. You have guests to attend to. Lazzaros eyes fell on a rather affectionate couple at the desk, who really should get a room as quickly as possible. As Caitlyn said, there is a small problem with the systemnothing I cant sort.
Was there really a problem with the system? Caitlyn wondered hopefully as Glynn went to sort out the couple, her eyes darting back to the now flickering screen of the computer.
Nothing that cant be fixed He was leaning right over her now, as she stood frozen to the spotand not just her feet. Caitlyns hand was still clutching the mouse like a frozen claw. Her throat tightened as his warm hand closed around hers, guiding it up to the little red arrow at the top and closing the programmesomething Caitlyn was sure, positive in fact, that you shouldnt do. Her heart was thumping in her chest as he removed his handshe should really step aside. Only she didnt. In fact, still she stood there, as his hands came around either side of her waist and moved to the keyboard. Her heart leapt up into her mouth as, without a single mistake, he calmly logged in and with impressive speed typed in the necessary details to retrieve Gus Daltons information.
Luckily everything is backed up. His voice was low in her ear, and she waited for relief to flood herwaited for grateful breath to escape her lips as the crisis was averted. Only it never came. Her body was resisting the call to relax, and her mind was telling her in no uncertain terms that now certainly wasnt the time for complacency. Every nerve was on high alert, every cell, every shred of DNA was quivering with tension. Only it had nothing to do with her career, nothing to do with her boss catching her making a stupendous mistake, but everything to do with the man who was leaning over her, the heavy scent of him, the absolute undeniable maleness of him, was having the most dizzying effect.
How? Caitlyn blinked. Glynn said that once Susan was put to bed
All the days data is sent to me for checking, Lazzaro explained then elaborated, still tapping away. Nothing that happens on this computer is deleted till I am satisfied it is okay
Thank goodness for that.
So long as youre not attempting a dash of embezzlement? Hed stopped typing now, put the delicious prison of his arms down as he stepped back, and Caitlyn thankfully exhaled before she turned to face him.
Of course not! Caitlyn giggled.
Or having a few friends paying mates rates while staying in the Presidential Suite?
Please! Caitlyn laughed.
Or mooning behind the desk checking e-mails and doing a spot of internet banking on my time?
Er, no. Caitlyn wasnt laughing now. In fact she was having trouble forcing a smile.
Or checking your horoscope?
Caitlyn didnt even attempt a denial. Her face was burning an unattractive shade of scarlet, but if shed had the nerve to look up shed have seen that he was smiling.
Everything in order? Glynn was positively dripping with nerves as he came over.
Of course. Lazzaro shrugged. I see that Gus paid in advance forty-eight hours before the reception
Still Glynn cleared his throat. I thought I ought to warn him
Lazzaro! Smiling, loud, and as red in the face as Caitlyn, Gus Danton crossed the foyer. Come in and have a drink!
I was just about to. Lazzaro nodded. I trust everything has gone smoothly tonight?
Its been perfect! Gus enthused. Everythings gone off without a hitch. Actually Gus turned to address Glynn. Did you sort out the bar, like I asked?
All done, Lazzaro answered for his manager. Youll be posted an itemised bill next week.
Details, details Gus waved them away. Join us, Lazzaro.
Ill be there in just a moment.
As Gus headed back to the ballroom, Lazzaro gave a nod to his waiting beauty. And though he didnt whistle, though he didnt wave a lead, as she jumped up eagerly, the only thing Caitlyn could liken her to was an over-eager dog, finding out it was about to be walked.
Every staff member stood rigid, every polished smile was perfectly in place as he stalked towards the ballroom, yet, like a leaky balloon, one could almost feel the tension seeping out as the ballroom doors were opened and Lazzaro and his date entered. But just as shoulders drooped, just as everyone prepared to exhale en masse, as if having second thoughts, he turned aroundstriding back to the reception desk and fixing a stunned Caitlyn with his stern glare.
Why did I do that? he demanded. Come onyou are here to learn. Why, when this is a business, when I know he may not have the funds, would I choose, for now, to ignore it?
Er Caitlyns eyes darted to Glynns in a brief plea for help, but when none was forthcoming she forced herself to look back at Lazzaro. Because hes a friend? Caitlyn attempted. Seeing his frown deepen, she had another stab. Because hes a guest and, rather than embarrass him tonight The frown was still deepening as she frantically racked her brain. Because hes already paid so much
She was clearly completely off track. Her mind raced to come up with an answer, only she had none left. Bracing herself for the cracking whip of his putdown, she gave in. And he did the strangest, most unexpected thing.
All good reasons. But That inscrutable, scathing expression slipped like a mask and broke into another smile of which Caitlyn was the sole beneficiary, and it was like stepping out into the sun unprotecteddazzling, warming, blinding her with its intensity, knocking her completely off guard, a smile that magnified everything. He has three more daughters and all of them are singleso if tonight goes well, that is three more weddings
He didnt finish. Bored now, he turned again and headed back to his date, and towards the ballroom.
And this time, for Caitlyn at least, the tension had only just startedand there wasnt a trace of breath left in her lungs to be let out.
There were several clocks in the reception area, each giving the different times around the worldten minutes to midnight in Melbourne, ten minutes to two in the afternoon in London, and ten minutes to nine in the morning in NewYorkand Caitlyn glanced up at them, freeze-framing them in her mind. Because suddenly it was relevant; for the first time in her life Caitlyn actually understood the saying that time stood still
Because it did.
At ten minutes to midnight Caitlyns eyes were dragged back to Lazzaros departing back, watching as he walked into the ballroom and out of her view, taking with him just a little piece of her very young, very tender heart.
You might as well go home, Glynn said a little while later. Theres not much to do.
There will be, though. Caitlyn coloured up a touch, her work ethic for once having nothing to do with her wanting to hang around. Once the wedding reception finishes.
Its all under control.
What are you going to do about Luca? Caitlyn asked. All the best rooms are booked out for the wedding.
Hell be so wasted he wont notice if I put him in the broom cupboard. Glynn rolled his eyes, then smiled. Have you thought about what I said? About working here while you study? A lot of our chambermaids are students.
Caitlyn nodded. Im going to put in my rsum on Monday.
Well, you can put me down as a reference, Glynn said. Youve done really wellhere. He handed her a cab voucher.
Whats this for? You dont have to do that!
Dont worryI havent gone soft. Lazzaro insists the hotel pays for a taxi if staff work after elevenand given that youre practically staff, he wouldnt hear otherwise!
So he can be nice, then? Caitlyn fished. Despite what everyone says?
Unfortunately, yes. Glynn sighed. Which means one always ends up forgiving him when hes being bloody! Night, Caitlyn.
Chatting idly to the doorman, Caitlyn shiverednot with cold but with tiredness as she waited for ever for her taxi. But her weariness was quickly forgotten when Lazzaros rather ravishing date came out alone and boot-faced, and was gobbled up by his limousine.
Lovers tiff. Geoff winked, once she was safely off into the night. Youd think hed have had the sense to wait till morning to get rid of her!
Have they been together long? Caitlyn attempted to be casual but her face was burning.
Never seen her till tonight, Geoff said cheerfully. Ill give your taxi another remindermind you, the tennis is on. Why dont you wait inside and Ill call you when it comes?
And she would haveonly Lazzaro Ranaldi himself was coming through the revolving glass doors. Lazzaro Ranaldi himself was smiling at her as he walked past.
Youre either very late leaving, or arriving incredibly early.
Im waiting for a taxi, Caitlyn mumbled.
Youll be waiting a whilethe night match at the tennis just wrapped up.
I heard.
Would you like a lift?
Just like that he said itjust like any normal person would say it. Only he wasnt just a normal person, and Caitlyn had difficulty coming up with a normal answer. She just stood there mute for a moment as a few hundred thousand dollars worth of sleek silver sports car pulled up and the valet handed him the keys.
I was expecting the limousine! She put on a plummy voice and raised her nose in distaste at his stunning carthen panicked that he wouldnt get her rather offbeat humour.
Sorry about that Youll just have to slum it in this He didnt just get it, he topped it! As Geoff opened the passenger door for her, Lazzaro peered inside at the immaculate leather upholstery. I can look in the boot for a newspaper or something for you to sit on, so you dont mess up your skirt.
Ill be fine. Caitlyn gave a martyred sigh and climbed into the seat, wriggling down in the baby-bottom-soft leather and returning his smile as he joined her, watching as he punched her address into the sat nav. And just like that she forgot to be nervousjust like that they purred off into the night, chatting about anything and everythingincluding her age.
How old are you, then? Lazzaro asked as she rattled on about her studies.
Twenty, Caitlyn lied. Then, realising he could look it up, she recanted. Well, I will be on Thursday.
He made a mental note to tell his PA to send flowers and book a tableThursday suddenly seemed an impossibly long way off.
Turn left at the next roundabout and your destination is on the right, came the very calm voice of the sat nav.
The trouble with these things, Lazzaro said, smiling as he turned off the engine and faced her, is that you cant pretend youre lost and prolong your journey.
I know where I live, Caitlyn pointed out, but her heart was soaring at his blatant flirt.
Nice place. It wasamassiveold weatherboard in a very nice street, just a stones throw from the beach. Either there were a thousand students crammed in or, Lazzaro realised, she still lived at home. Someones still up.
My mum! Caitlyn frowned at the twitching curtain, wishing shed just gone to bed, embarrassed all of a sudden and feeling about twelve years old. Or my grandad.
Only it didnt bother him a bitin fact, there was a certain novelty to it all. Lazzaro was usedtoo usedto sophisticates seductively inviting him up, having already gone down!
Then youd better go in.
He watched her face fall an inch, and, though he wanted nothing more than to reach over and kiss her, Lazzaro knew exactly how to keep a woman wanting more.
God, she was gorgeous, though, Lazzaro thought as she walked up her drive.
The front door was opening before she even got there.
Funny too, Lazzaro mused, smiling as he drove off into the night. Hed put her out of her misery and ring her on Mondayput himself out of his misery too, Lazzaro thought, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
Once hed dealt with Luca hed ring her.
Luca.
His face hardened when he thought of his twin brotherhe was not relishing a bit the task that lay ahead.
Monday suddenly seemed impossibly close.
CHAPTER ONE
YOU bit him! Black eyes fixed her with a stern glare as she stood at his desk. This was the very last thing Lazzaro needed to be dealing with today, and a petty row among the domestic staff was something he didnt usually have to.
I didnt bite him, Caitlyn snapped, and Lazzaro actually blinked. Her denial was not what he had been expectingespecially given the evidence. But her irritation, her indignation, even, told him that this five-minute problem that had landed on his desk at five p.m. on a hellish Friday was actually a rather more serious one. Jenna, his PA, had tearfully resigned on Wednesday, and her assistant was off with the flu that had swept through half his admin staff, which meant that today Lazzaro was dealing with what was usually expertly delegated. Only maybe it was just as well he was dealing with this particular scenario. It would seem that Caitlynhe glanced down at the file on his deskCaitlyn Bell, had a side to her story that he needed to hear.
Even if he really didnt want to.
It was just a little nip. China-blue eyes held hiseyes that were familiar somehoweyes that were just as blue as Roxannes.
Where the hell had that thought come from?
This woman was nothing like Roxanne.
Caitlyn was as blonde as Roxanne was dark, and the woman who stood before him was petite whereas Roxanne was curvaceous, but those eyes A tiny swallow was the only evidence of his inner turmoilhe was angry with himself that even after all this time the memories, the pain, could still wash over him at the most unexpected of times.
Its not as if I sank my teeth in.
Lazzaro dragged his mind back to the conversation, grateful to escape his own thoughts, and it was quite hard not to smile at her description, quite hard not to compare it to Malvolioswho had roared and ranted so loudly, his hand wrapped in a handkerchief, as if it was about to fall off. He hadnt known what to expect when hed called her to his office. He was the last person who would normally deal with one of the hotels maids, and when he did they were usually cowering in the chair. But not this one.
Shed declined his offer to sit, and was instead standing at his deskjangling with nerves, perhaps, but curiously strong. Long blonde hair that was presumably usually neatly tied back was tumbling out of its hair-tie after the incident, her arms were folded across her chest, and the blue eyes were glassy from her trying not to cry. She kept sniffing in the effort not to, and somehow, even if she was tiny, even if she was clearly shaken, somehow she was incredibly together tooher rosebud mouth pursed and defiant as she refused to relent.
I need more information.
I really dont see what all the fuss is about.
One of my staff members has been bitten by another
Not just any one of your staff members
This time he deliberately didnt blink. He held his expression in absolute check as she interrupted, and, though few usually dared, he let the fact go as Caitlyn Bell got straight to the rather awkward point.
Malvolio is, I believe, your brother-in-law.
He gave a terse noda nod that was actually respectful, acknowledging what she had to say even while quickly disregarding it. The fact Malvolio is my brother-in-law has no bearing in this matternone whatsoever. Now, I want to hear exactly what happened.
As Malvolio said, we were discussing a promotionhe tripped and, like a reflex action, he put out his hands to save himself
Caitlyn Rather more usually, it was Lazzaro interrupting now, but unusually someone overrode himsomeones voice got a touch louder and more insistent as Caitlyn spoke over him.
Andlike a reflex actionI bit him. She gave a tight smile. Or rather, I gave him a little nip.
I want the truth.
You just got it.
Caitlyn, you are one of my staff
Not any more. She shook her head. I just resigned.
No. He wasnt having ithe saw just a flash of tears in those stunning blue eyes, and loathed Malvolio for causing them. You do not have to lose your job over this
I was already leaving. Thats why I was having a discussion with Malvolio in the first place. Ive got an interview next weeka second interview, actuallyfor a PR position with the Mancini chain of hotels.
A PR position? Lazzaro frowned. Alberto Mancini was both his friend and his rival. Both had hotels all over the world, both had formidable reputations, and both were choosy with their staffand a chambermaid, no matter how well presented, wouldnt cut it in PR. You are a chambermaid. How can you have an interview for a PR?
Ive been working as a maid while studying.
Studying?
Hospitality and tourism
He was only half listeningthat jolt of recognition he had experienced when he saw her was explained now. That was where he knew her from. Shed been on the deskfunny that he could remember, but he didand there had been a wedding The Danton wedding that was it
You did work experience here while you were studying? Lazzaro checked. A couple of years ago?
Thats right Caitlyn blinked, stunned that he remembered, wondering what he remembered. Just for a few days. I filled in an application form at the time, and Ive been working as a maid while Ive been studying ever since.
He ran a hand over his forehead and trailed it down over his cheek, fingering for just a second the livid scar that ran the length of it. And for the second time in as many moments, Lazzaro came up with another logical explanation as to why this particular womans face remained in his memory.
Before.
The weekend before it had happened.
The weekend before, when life had been so much easier.
When laughing had come so much more readily.
Hed kissed thousands of women he couldnt recall. Funny that he remembered one that he hadnt.
Why havent you applied for a position heregiven your history with the place?
It was a perfectly reasonable question, one that her family and colleagues regularly asked, but one she simply couldnt answerand especially not to Lazzaro.
How could she tell him that for more than two years hed been on her mind, that the king-size crush that had hit her that nightdespite her busy life, despite dancing and fun and boyfriendsstill hadnt faded?
That she really needed to get a life.
One away from Lazzaro Ranaldi and the stupid torch she carried for him.
Maybe if his brother hadnt diedmaybe if she hadnt started work as a chambermaidmaybe if he hadnt been linked with Roxanne and it hadnt been on every news bulletin and in every paper or magazine Caitlyn had openedthen, after that initial meeting, shed have moved quickly on, forgotten the feel of his eyes on hers, forgotten the thrill in her stomach as that dark, ruthless face had been softened by a rare smile. Only in the days after that meeting shed seen the pain in those closed features screaming from the newspapers, had winced at the scurrilous gossip that had ensued, the blistering row between brothers that had preceded Luca Ranaldis sudden and tragic death. But still working in the hotelinstead of moving onshe had caught her breath whenever shed gleaned an occasional glimpse of him striding through the hotel, blushing in her maids uniform asnaturallyhe didnt deign to give her a glance. Though Caitlyn did. That perfect face, marred since that tragic day by a livid scar along his cheek, with lines now fanning his dark eyes and his mouth permanently set on grim. She could see the tension he carried in his shoulders, and wanted somehow for him to smile again.
Just the way he once had.
She hadnt spoken to him since that nightnot even once. And thank goodness for that, Caitlyn realised, because despite more than two years between drinks, so to speak, still he absolutely moved her. Despite the angry scar on his cheek, despite the closed, much more guarded expression he wore now, despite the pain in his eyesstill he was absolutely beautiful.
I need a bit more variety Caitlyn answered truthfullybecause she did. She needed to sample a world that didnt have his name on every sheet of paper, needed to check her bank balance and not see Ranaldi, needed to just get over himfor good.
Youll find nowhere better than right here.
Youre probably right Caitlyns face twisted slightly at the unwitting irony of his statement. But I really think its time for a changeso you see today really doesnt matter. I was leaving soon anyway.
But it does matter, Caitlyn. You have worked for this hotel for two years and one month. He gave a small swallow as her eyes narrowed, and he glanced again at her file, as if hed gleaned the information from there. Only he hadntthe date was indelibly etched on his mind, but she didnt need to know why
It had nothing to do with her.
If anything untoward has happened, you have the same rights as any other staff member. Just because Malvolio is family
I hear your sisters having a baby She pulled a crumpled tissue out of her pocket and gave her nose a rather loud blow.
What does that have to do with this? Lazzaros voice was completely even, his face impassive, but he had to stop himself from drumming his fingers on the deskactually had to remind himself to keep looking her in the eye as she voiced his very thoughts. How the hell would Antonia cope? She had just started to get her life back on track after Lucas death, the new baby was due in just a few days, there was his niece, Marianna, just four years oldwhat the hell had Malvolio been thinking?
It has everything to do with this! Caitlyn gulped. Look, Im fineI really amand I dont want any fuss. I just want to get my things and leave.
And, though it must surely be the last thing she wanted after the days events, all he wanted to do was to walk around the desk and put his arms around her, this little spitfire who had marched into his office on his command and was about to walk out against it. And, yes, technically it would be so much easier to let her go. But it would be wrong, so very wrong, if he did.
Caitlynlets just talk about this. It can be dealt withyou really do not have to leave.
Oh, but I think I do, she countered. As I said, Ive got the Mancini interviewI can muddle through till then. Though Her voice faded, her head shaking at the impossibility of explaining her problems to him.
What?
Its complicated.
Probably not to me.
She managed a wan smile, realising she had no choice but to tell him. Ive been doing a lot of overtime for the last two months. A lot of overtime, Caitlyn reiterated.
I will ensure that youre paid.
Its just that Caitlyn took a deep breath. Im applying for a mortgage, and I need three months of payslips to show my earnings. She scuffed the carpet with her foot. I told the bank it was my regular wage.
Without overtime? Lazzaro checked. But wouldnt that show up on your payslip?
Quite! Caitlyn blushed.
So you lied to the bank?
Not lied exactly. Caitlyn gulped. Malvolio said it She watched his eyes narrow, realised he must be thinking there was something more to their working relationship. There truly wasnt. She had asked and he had agreedit was as simple as that. Oh, it doesnt matter. Caitlyn shrugged. I need three payslips anyway.
Then stay.
I dont want to. She stood firm. Id rather not put Malvolio down as a reference. I know he deals with the domestic staff, and I know he usually would be the one, but I
You can put meI can assure you I have more influence with Mancini than Malvolio does, and I will ensure it is extremely favourable.
How? Caitlyn frowned. How can you write my reference when you dont know anything about me?
Oh, but I think I do. Her words, only spoken through his lips now. He stared over at herlittle, but strong and, unlike his brother-in-law, unlike the father of the baby, this stranger actually gave a damn about the woman who was carrying his child.
I will get the forms and have your pay made up. I will do it on Mondaythat way, if you change your mind over the weekend
Could you get the forms now, please? She wasnt looking at him now, instead staring out of his vast windows somewhere over his shoulder at the Melbourne city skyline. I wont be changing my mind.
Just think about it.
Id like the forms now.
This time she didnt add please.
This time Lazzaro knew there was no persuading her otherwise.
Wheres Malvolio?
Storming through the Admin corridors, Lazzaro caught everyone by surprise. Admin staff with bags over their shoulders, hoping to slope off a little early, suddenly sat back down and started tapping at blank screens; the raucous laughter coming from the boardroom that signalled end-of-week drinks that Lazzaro supplied for his team, which should start at five but in fact seemed to start around lunchtime, snapped off as if the power had been pulled as he stormed into rather unfamiliar territory. His suite was on the top floor, and he had a private lift that absolutely bypassed the usually well-oiled engines of Admin.
But come five p.m. on Friday, the wheels fell off somewhat!
Hes gone! Audrey Miller, Malvolios assistant, gave an anxious smile. He had to dash offAntonia rang and said she was having some cramps
Antonias in labour?
Im not sure. Audrey gulped. But the staff got a bit excited, as you can see
There wasnt a hope in hell of getting the termination formslet alone a final cheque cut.
Hed deal with the lot of them on Monday.
Right now, his sister could be in labour.
His brother-in-law by her side.
The same brother-in-law who had forced Caitlyn Bells resignation for all the wrong reasons.
CHAPTER TWO
DAMN!
Pacing the floor of the huge office, Caitlyn paused for a moment to blow her nose again, and rummaged in her bag for her compact, powdering her reddened face and telling herself to hold it together for just a little while longer.
Shed surely get another jobbut she also needed those three blasted payslips just in case the court ruling went against her mother.
It wouldnt, Caitlyn consoled herself. Their lawyer had assured them that everything was under control. A moan of horror escaped her lips at the thought of that same lawyers bill, sitting on the dining room tablea bill that had to be paid before hed proceed further.
What the hell was she going to do?
Shed lied to Lazzaro about a second interview with the Mancini chainshe hadnt even had the first interview yet. Her application was still sitting half-typed on her computer! Actually, shed lied to Lazzaro about everything. There had been no discussion about a promotion; Malvolio had just been his usual sleazy self. Shed been sitting on her afternoon break, minding her own business, when hed come into the coffee room and again suggested they catch up for a drink after work.
Again shed declined.
Youve got something in your hair.
Hed come over, had stood behind her where she sat, and, as if being touched by a lizard, shed flinched as his hand had made contact with her hair. She had screwed her eyes closed as hed brushed something that surely wasnt there away, wishing the horrible moment over, only the horror hadnt even begun. The lizard had been on the move.
Come on, Caitlynstop teasing me
His filthy hands had crept down; shed been able to hear his breath coming short and hard behind her.
Im not teasing you Her head had been spinning. The confrontation shed dreadeddreaded but convinced herself would never happen, that she was surely imagining thingswas actually here. Malvolio, youre married
Antonia. His hand had moved down. She is so wrapped up in herself and the baby. You and I could be so good together.
Paralysed, shed sat, watched his fingers sneaking at the top of her dress, her brain literally frozen. It had been like being stuck in a nightmare, where you couldnt scream. Shed known that by doing nothing she was implying consentand if she couldnt speak, if she couldnt scream, then there were two other choices that had sprung to her panicked mind: vomit or bite.
Caitlyn had chosen the latter!
She could still hear his screams of ragehear again the vile torrent of words hed spat at her as hed jumped backand, like a child, she put her hands over her ears, blocked out what he had said to her. She just didnt want to go there right now.
How, Caitlyn begged herself as she resumed her pacing, could he think shed teased him? Shed gone out of her way to avoid him, though she had felt his unwelcome eyes on her for months now, had done everything possible to avoid Her eyes shuttered in wretched horror. The consequences of her resignation were starting to hit home. The prospect of going home and telling her mother that she no longer had work Oh, a chambermaids wage wasnt going to change the world, but for now at least it meant holding onto her mothers.
A single mother, Helen Bell had done everything to provide not just for her daughter, but for her own father. When Caitlyns grandmother had died, two years after Caitlyn was born, concerned about her fathers declining health and mounting financial problems, Helen had moved back to the family home, working several jobs to pay the mortgage and bills and had gradually cleared his debts. It hadnt all been a struggle, thoughthe home had been a happy one, with Caitlyns grandfather more than happy to mind his grandchild while Helen worked hard. And in later years, as his health had declined, both Helen and Caitlyn had in turn been more than happy to care for himnursing him at home right till the end.
Caitlyns aunt Cheryl had rarely put in an appearanceuntil after the funeral. Of course the family home Helen had worked so hard to keep and pay for had been left to her. But Cheryl had had it valuedthe beachside suburb close to the city was prime real estate nowand Cheryl wanted not only the generous cash sum that her father had bequeathed to her in his will, but half the value of the family home. Egged on by Roxanne and a greedy lawyer, she was moving heaven and earth to ensure that she got it.
Bloody Roxanne and Aunty Cheryl Caitlyn hissed. Why couldnt they just leave them alone?
The ringing of the phone halted her pacing for less than a second. Her mind was so consumed with her own problems that at first she didnt even give it a glance.
She needed work so badly, but here it would be impossible. Lazzaro was hardly going to fire his own brother-in-law. It would be her word against his. And what about Malvolios poor wife? How?
The phone resumed its shrill, and irritated now, unable to ignore it, Caitlyn picked it up.
Lazzaro Ranaldis phone. This is Caitlyn Bell speaking.
She didnt notice Lazzaro come in at first, just listened as a rather exasperated female voice demanded that she be put through.
Im sorry, Mr Ranaldi isnt in his office right now. But if youd like to leave your name, as soon as he returns Ill let him know that you called
Half turning, she saw him, and was just about to hand the phone over when instinct kicked in somehow. The dash of bitters in the womans voice was telling Caitlyn that perhaps this was one call Lazzaro might be glad to miss, so instead of handing him the receiver, she grabbed a pen and scribbled down the womans name. Lucy.
She even managed a little smile when he grimaced and shook his head while Lucy vented her spleen down the phone.
Of course, Caitlyn said sweetly. Ill be sure to let him know. Replacing the receiver, she turned to her very soon to be ex-boss. Youre a bastard!
Thank you for passing it on.
And she knows youre there and just refusing to talk to her.
Anything else?
Er, that was pretty much it, Caitlyn lied. Well, she was hardly going to tell him that just because hes fabulous in bed, it doesnt make up for the way hes treated me. Though she did give him a rather edited version of the teary conclusion to the call. Shed like you to call herany time, Caitlyn emphasised. Any time at all! So Noticing his empty hands, she raised her eyebrows. Where are the forms?
In a filing cabinet. He gave an apologetic grimace. Only Im not sure which onebut I will write you a cheque now
A cheques not much good to me at this time on a Friday. She didnt want to stay another second. Another second and shed start crying; another second and shed crumple. The brave fa?ade she was wearing so well was seriously falling apartthe hem unravelling along with the seamsso she hitched her bag on her shoulder and headed for the door. Just have it all posted to me on Monday.
Caitlyn. His strong voice summoned her back, but she kept on walking. Just listen to me for a moment. What if I were to offer you a job as my personal assistant?
Now, that was enough to stop her in her tracksonly not enough to make her turn around.
Me?
Her hand paused as it reached for the handle and Lazzaro spoke on. Clearly I need someone, and you have no idea of some of the poor efforts the agency has sent. You handled that call well, you are qualified, and you are clearly he gave a slightly uncomfortable cough discreet
I cant.
The words shot out on instincther dream job, everything that shed wished for coming true, and the money, oh, God, the money would make such a difference. Only she couldnt do itjust couldnt do it. And bitter, so bitter, was her regret.
I cant face seeing Malvolio again. Her voice was shrill, and still she didnt turn around. Her hand was on the door now, but not to open it, more for support. The horrors of the day were finally catching up, the feelings she had denied, had willed herself not to examine until she was safely alone, were making searing contact with her brain now. I dont think I could stand to be
Silence filled the room. Only it wasnt peaceful. It was that horrible silence of a strangled sob, the thud of reality, that moment when it all catches up and theres nothing that can be done to push it back downwhen you cant keep smiling as if youre stupid, when you cant pretend that you dont care and that it didnt really matter that filthy hands had dirtied your life. Yesin a while shed no doubt be able to shrug it off; in a while shed probably put it all into perspective and apportion the correct blame. In a while it wouldnt matter as much as it mattered now.
But right now it mattered.
And it mattered to Lazzaro too.
Seeing her convulseseeing this proud, strong woman wilt for a secondhe found it mattered enough to propel him from his desk, to literally peel her trembling body from the door, to turn her around to face him and hold her. Like some mountain rescuer he reached her on the cliff-edge and tried to imbue her with his warmth.
I hate him She wasnt talking to Lazzaro; he knew that. I hate him.
I know.
Ill be okay soon. She gulped, knowing she would, just confirming it to herself. She was embarrassed now at letting him see her cry, but he held her closer as she started to pull away, and after just a second of protest she let himlet him comfort her, let him hold her as the horror slowly receded, her breathing slowing at just listening to the soothing thud of his heart in his chest.
For Lazzaro there was one inevitable end to holding a woman in his arms. The luxury of having a penthouse suite as your office meant there was a bed just a door away, and as he stared down at lips swollen from nibbling teeth and salty tears, instinct told him to kiss herto soothe her in the way he soothed women best. Only a deeper instinct prevailed.
Moralitywhich was usually voidcrept in. His kiss was surely not what she needed now.
Only it was.
It felt like for ever that shed dreamt of being in his arms, but now it had happened Caitlyn found out dreams didnt actually compare. Being held by him was so blissfully consuming, the circle of his arms so strong and safe, that nothing else could invade. She felt the shift in him, felt the shift from comfort to more, and she actually wanted him to kiss her, wanted his hands on her to erase the grubby stains Malvolios had left.
But he didnt. Instead he held her for just a little bit more, held her close as she assimilated all that had taken place and put it into some sort of order, and when finally he let her go, when finally she could stand alone again, the world was certainly a nicer place than the one shed left just moments ago.
Malvolio manages the housekeeping staff. Hes rarely in the office and Im rarely here. The job would involve a lot of travel His voice was low, his gaze direct as he told her he hadnt changed his mind.
But even so Caitlyn protested. Id still have to see him sometimes Again she shook her head, but she wasnt so certain now. Lazzaro believed her. Lazzaro knew. And he would, she was sure, sort it.
That thought was confirmed when Lazzaro spoke next. He will not trouble you at allI will go and see him and make very sure of it. You do not have to leave.
I havent got any experience She was being offered her dream job, a fast-track to what would normally take years to achieve, and even if it was foolhardy to show how woefully inadequate she was for such an esteemed position, really she had no choice.
You havent picked up any bad habits, then. For the first time today she saw him smile, then he gestured to the desk. Sit down.
Formality was welcome.
Formality she could actually deal with.
So she listened as he took her through her new role, blinking at the description of international flights and luxury hotels that would now pepper her existence, at a salary that made her eyes widen, and at the prospect of a life, as Lazzaro strongly pointed out, that would be basically put on hold to accommodate his.
My time is valuable, Lazzaro said, and she nodded. Take todayI should not be going to Admin to get forms, and nor will you be able to. That is why you too will have an assistant. My former PA has a list of names somewhere, of people who can be put through to me without question, people who first you check and people who, like Lucy, you will have to deal with. He gave a tight smile. At times your work will be menial, and at times it will be downright boringsuch as sitting in a car waiting for me. At other times the stress and demands will be intense. Each morning we will go through my dayeach week we will plan my schedule. For example, in a couple of weeks we will fly to Rome
I dont speak Italian
Lucky for you then, that nearly all my staff in Rome speak excellent English Still, if you do decide to remain in this position, that is something you might be wise to address.
If she decided to remain! Who would be mad enough to leave such a fabulous job?
Lazzaro must have caught the slightly incongruous dart of her eyes.
I have never had a PA stay for more than a yearthat is how long you will be contracted for. Towards the end of your term we will discuss your future. This is an exceptionally demanding roleand, yes, I am an exceptionally demanding boss. I have high standards, a formidable workload, and at some point you will no doubt decide that no amount of money or perks can make up for it.
Is that why Jenna left? Caitlyn asked, because shed heard that you should find out the reasons any position was vacant. Though when Lazzaro answered she rather wished that she hadnt.
Jenna had certain demands that I wasnt prepared to meet.
Like monogamy? Caitlyn was tempted to say, but thankfully she didnttheir private affair had not been so private, given it was she who had changed the sheets!
At some point, Lazzaro continued, you will want to resume your own lifeI accept that. However, a period of working for me will open many doors for you.
I just dont get why me, when its clearly such a demanding role Caitlyns mouth was suddenly dryshe was acutely aware that she was sitting in a chambermaids dress, suddenly being interviewed for a plum position. And though naturally Id love the opportunity, I just dont understand why youd just hand it to me. If its because of what happened with Malvolio
After several unsuccessful interviews, I wasted yet another hour this afternoon attempting to explain to a very boutique recruitment agency my needs, Lazzaro interrupted. Outlining what it was I was looking for in an assistant. Next week I will be paraded with a number of what they consider suitable applicants. I do not necessarily want someone who speaks fluent Italian. I do not want someone who on paper has excellent interpersonal skills but in reality cannot read a situation. I want someone who, without being told, writes down the name of a caller they assume might be difficult. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he looked over at her. I guess you just know sometimes that youve found the person youre looking for.
Quite! Caitlyn croaked, then coloured up, biting on her bottom lip, wishing she were hearing that from him somewhere other than in an interview.
And, Lazzaro continued, I want someone who has the guts to be honest.
I am honest Caitlyn flared.
Just not with your bank. He grinned. Look, I am not asking you to sign away the rest of your life. I understand that the role is too consuming, too demanding to expect longevity. But most people I interview are using this as a stepping stoneare prepared to work hard for a few months because of the doors it will open. I want someone who is prepared to work hard, full-stop. So when you are thinking of leavingwhich you willI want you to tell me.
Okay Caitlyn nodded, only she didnt sound very convincedwasnt convinced at all, in fact, that she would ever leave. Still, maybe this was the way to get over him, she decided, looking at the multitude of positives. Maybe witnessing his legendary bloody nature first hand might just get her to put out the light on the stupid torch shed been carrying for him.
Are you in a relationship?
Excuse me? Caitlyns response was suitably appalled. I hardly think thats relevant.
But it is, Lazzaro countered. He is going to have to be one very patient man to accept that hes hardly going to see youthat if this goes ahead, as of Monday, I come first!
Well, Im not in a relationship. Caitlyn sniffed. We just broke up.
Excellent. Lazzaro smiled. How long were you together?
Why? Are you worried Im going to be crying into my tissues instead of concentrating on you?
Im just curious. Lazzaro shrugged. Given that were going to be working so closely together, were going to get to know these things about each other.
Hardly! Caitlyn choked back the wordshe couldnt imagine asking Lazzaro to pass the tissues as she cracked a bar of chocolate and told him that the reason she and Dominic had broken up was becausebecause She closed her eyes and cringed. Because of the things she didnt do. Because, at the ripe old age of twenty-two, she was still a virgin!
Purple! Caitlyn said instead, giving a tight smile at Lazzaros bemused frown. Im wearing purple knickers, before you ask, and we were together six months. He ended it, but I was actually about to. Is that enough information for you?
For now He gave her a very lazy smile, and stared at her for the longest time without even attempting to speak. For Caitlyn it was excruciating as she awaited what she knew was about to be a summing up. Youre very he paused before he delivered his verdict different.
I am.
Very interesting Lazzaro mused.
Im hard bloody work, actually!
I like hard work. Lazzaro grinned, and she nearly shot out of her chair at the look he was giving her. Well, I look forward to working with you. That will be all.
Not quite. Caitlyn saw his frown of surprise and she took a deep breath before speaking. Generally at the end of an interview the interviewee is asked if she has any questions or anything shed like to add.
Do you?
Actually, yes Caitlyn hesitated for a secondcould absolutely hear the horrified shriek of the little devil that sat on her shoulder as she decided to be up-front. But there was no point in taking this job, no point at all, if one thing wasnt made perfectly clear from the start. Shed heard Lazzaro was a tough and demanding boss, that he had no qualms at all about speaking his mindloudly on occasion. That she could accept, so long as Lazzaro could accept her. I admire the fact that you speak your mind. However her blue eyes locked with his so do I.
Id already worked that one out, Lazzaro countered. Though stand-up rows with my personal assistant I can do without.
Oh, therell be no stand-up rows. Caitlyn smiled. Im more professional than that. But, before you formally offer me the position, you should know that I do have a tongue, and one that Ill use if I think Im being spoken to inappropriatelyno matter how good the salary, manners cost nothing.
Lazzaro, though his face never moved a muscle, was actually smothering a smile; listening to Caitlyn was as unique as it was refreshingalmost as if he were the one being interviewed for the job.
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