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could feign, into the enormous room.

      He did not speak at first. Faye was silently grateful. For, though she had only dared flick a glance in his direction, the action had rendered her speechless. She had prepared herself for facing the old Dante, and that had been painful enough. What she had not taken into account was how time would have changed him. It was not the plush new office—he had always exuded wealth and class—nor the atmosphere of power that seemed to emanate from the ground where he stood. No, the years had somehow refined him. His luxurious dark hair seemed thicker, the irresistible slant of his jaw more chiselled, the curve of his full lower lip even more sensual. And those dark eyes, thrown into relief by that smooth olive skin, were the most changed of all: more piercing, more commanding—like ice. And, formidable though he looked, he was still the sexiest man she had ever met, and her treacherous eyes wanted to drink in every inch of him. Her memories had been distorted in so many respects, but she had never been wrong about that. No matter how much she wished that she had been.

      ‘To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure, Ms Matteson?’ His cut-glass enunciation of the English language with its seductive Italian undertone was as impressive to her now as it had been at eighteen, and sent long-dormant senses into overdrive. ‘I can only imagine.’

      She raised her head tentatively, not able to focus her eyes above his broad chest. He gestured brusquely for her to sit on one of the black leather chairs flanking the enormous desk whilst he remained standing, making him seem even taller than the city buildings outside the window. She perched on the edge of the chair. She wished he’d remained silent, for she had not predicted the arousing effect that voice would have on her in spite of the damning intention of his words. She felt the blood course faster around her veins, making her aware of pulse-points even her unrelenting nerves had not discovered.

      ‘Hello, Dante.’

      ‘No formalities, Faye? You need not have booked this appointment through my PA if this is, after all, a personal call.’

      Faye had been more than relieved last month, when she had been able to arrange this meeting without actually speaking to Dante himself. Now she suspected this whole charade would have been easier over the phone. She had mistakenly presumed she could be more persuasive face to face, but she had she failed to anticipate the sway his physical presence seemed to have over her.

      ‘Very well, Mr Valenti,’ she said, mimicking his formal address though her throat was dry and constricted. ‘I have come because I have a business proposition for you.’

      ‘Really, Faye?’ he counteracted. ‘And what could you possibly have that would interest me?’

      The colour rose in her cheeks and she felt utterly exposed—all the more so because of his hawk-like advantage over her. She could feel the intensity of his gaze burning through the fabric of her suit and she wanted to take off her jacket—but she didn’t dare remove the layer of protection for fear that her cami would reveal the tingling buds of her breasts that thrust against the thin fabric against her will. Straight on with the speech, a voice inside her prompted. Don’t let him see he’s getting to you.

      ‘My family and I are keen to find some additional investment for Matteson’s, in return for a percentage of the profits. As someone who once showed an interest in our restaurant, I thought you might be eager to see the proposal.’ Her voice trailed off as she remembered his presence there back then: the delight that his approval had given her parents, the life he had breathed into it for her. She opened her folder on the desk and pushed it towards where he was standing at the other end. He ignored the papers.

      ‘Eager?’ She did not need to look at his face to catch his sardonic tone. ‘You may have been fool enough to presume I had any interest whatsoever in the restaurant back then.’ Dante dipped his eyes as he spoke, shaking his head. ‘But you must be plain stupid if you think I don’t know that Matteson’s is on its last legs.’

      Faye stiffened, wondering if there was anything he could have said that would have hurt more. So it had all been a facade. He had seen the opportunity to use her, nothing more. And if he believed Matteson’s was irrecoverable, she might as well give up here and now. The thought spurred her onto the defensive. ‘Much as it might please you to believe me to be plain stupid, Dante, for your information Matteson’s is not on its last legs. I admit we need an injection of cash to continue updating some elements, but—’

      ‘An injection of cash?’ Dante cut in. ‘You need a miracle. Who in their right mind is going to pump money into a business running at a loss?’

      ‘We are not running at a loss.’

      ‘But let me guess—you are not making a profit either?’

      The shocking accuracy of Dante’s judgement caused her cheeks to burn, and the air in the room was suddenly stifling. When her father had fallen ill, he had been unable to devote the time that Matteson’s demanded, and yet he had been too proud to seek extra help, too stubborn to allow Faye to pull out of university and share the responsibility. Faye swallowed down a lump in her throat; she admired her father for that as much as she regretted his obstinacy. But since his death things had gone from bad to worse. No matter how hard Faye had tried to turn things around profits had continued to fall, and if they didn’t increase soon she wouldn’t even be able to afford to pay the staff their wages.

      ‘Perhaps if you had gained a little more experience before taking on this venture, you might not have found yourself in this position, sì?’

      The insinuation hurt. He was exactly the reason the broadening of her experience had been cut short. ‘I have had experience. Just because it wasn’t all under your guidance it doesn’t mean it wasn’t worthwhile. There are hotels and restaurants that aren’t owned by you. Or hadn’t you noticed?’

      ‘I do not doubt you have had plenty of other experience since then,’ Dante said slowly, deliberately running his eyes over her figure. ‘But clearly none of it was quite good enough, since here you are standing before me. And we both know that means you must be desperate.’

      Faye ignored the insult. He might be right about the last part, but he would mock her all the more if he knew how wrong he was about what else he was implying.

      ‘Every business needs capital spent on it periodically. Circumstances dictate that Matteson’s needs to look for an external investor now, for the first time in fifteen years. I don’t consider that a failure.’

      ‘Then open your eyes.’ She recognised the harsh professional side of him she had once respected, but had never thought she would find directed at her. ‘You didn’t need cash back then because Matteson’s was current, contemporary. Now it’s fallen so far behind it’s dropped off the radar. People need change.’

      Was that his personal motto? Faye wondered bitterly. And did he really suppose she was so dense that she didn’t know that? She had tried her utmost to keep the place up to date, to turn things around after her father had passed away. But there was only so far she could get using a home printer to modernise the menus, or spending her own paltry savings on paint for the walls. She knew Matteson’s needed a complete overhaul, and was desperate to give it one, but to do so she needed the means.

      ‘It is our intention to use any funding to update the kitchens, the interior—’

      ‘It’s too late.’ Dante’s voice seemed to echo every rejection ever thrust her way. ‘Matteson’s is a failing brand.’

      ‘Then we must agree to disagree.’

      Faye raised her head, and her eyes met his for just a second before she looked back at Rome’s skyline. He did not speak, but finally moved from the window towards her, making the room behind him seem larger, brighter, but the space around her feel minute. At last he rested on the desk next to her, one immaculate charcoal-suited leg casually resting over the other.

      She could see the powerful thrust of his thighs and smell the earthy, masculine scent that was so distinctly his that she was transported back to another afternoon,

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