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having witnessed it up close with gut-wrenching frequency in her parents’ marriage, she was well versed in its consequences.

      Cutting Simon out of her life once she’d seen his true colours had been a painful but necessary decision.

      Of course, without his business acumen she’d had to take full financial responsibility of Dolce Italia. Hence her search for Narciso Valentino. She needed him to stand by his company’s promise. A contract was a contract....

      * * *

      A gleaming black limo was pulling up as she rounded the corner of the block that housed the nightclub. The journey had taken an extra half-hour because of a late-running train. Wincing at the pinch of her high heels on the uneven pavestones, she hurried towards Riga’s red-bricked façade.

      She was navigating her way around puddles left by the recent April shower, when deep male laughter snagged her attention.

      A burly bouncer held open the velvet rope cordon as two men, both over six feet tall, exited the VIP entrance in the company of two strikingly beautiful women. The first man was arresting enough to warrant a second look but it was the other man who commanded Ruby’s interest.

      Jet-black hair had been styled to slant over the right side of his forehead in a silky wave that flowed back to curl over his collar.

      Her steps faltered as the power of his presence slammed into her, and knocked air out of her lungs. His aura sent a challenge to the world, dared it to do its worst.

      Dazed, she documented his profile—winged eyebrow, beautifully sculpted cheekbone, a straight patrician nose and a curved mouth that promised decadent pleasure—or what she imagined decadent pleasure looked like. But his mouth promised it and, well, this guy looked as if he could deliver on whatever sensual promises he made.

      ‘Hey, miss. You coming in any time this century?’

      The bouncer’s voice distracted her, but not for long enough to completely pull her attention away. When she looked back, the man was turning away but it wasn’t before Ruby caught another quick glimpse of his breathtaking profile.

      Her gaze dropped lower. His dark grey shirt worn under a clearly bespoke jacket was open at the collar, allowing a glimpse of a bronzed throat and mouth-watering upper chest.

      Ruby inhaled sharply and pulled her coat tighter around her as if that could stem the heat rushing like a breached dam through her.

      The drop-dead gorgeous blonde smiled his way. His hand dropped from her waist to her bottom, drifted over one cheek to cup it in a bold squeeze before he helped her into the car. The first man shouted a query, and the group turned away from Ruby. Just like that, the strangely intimate and disturbing link was broken.

      Her insides sagged and she realised how tight a grip she’d held on herself.

      Even after the limo swung into traffic, Ruby couldn’t move, nor could she stem the tingling suspicion that she’d arrived too late.

      The bouncer cleared his throat conspicuously. She turned. ‘Can you tell me who that second guy was who just got into that limo?’ she asked.

      He raised one are-you-serious? eyebrow.

      Ruby shook her still-dazed head and smiled at the bouncer. ‘Of course you can’t tell me. Bouncer-billionaire confidentiality, right?’

      His slow grin gentled his intimidating stature. ‘Got it in one. Now, you coming in or you just jaywalking?’

      ‘I’m coming in.’ Although the strong suspicion that she’d missed Narciso Valentino grew by the second.

      ‘Great. Here you go.’ The bouncer placed a Mayan-mask-shaped stamp on her wrist, glanced up at her, then added another stamp. ‘Show it at the bar. It’ll get you your first drink on the house.’ He winked.

      She smiled in relief as she entered the smoky interior. If her guess had been wrong and she hadn’t just missed Narciso Valentino, she could nurse an expensive drink while searching him out.

      She’d worked in clubs like these all through college and knew how expensive even the cheapest drinks were. Which was why she clutched an almost warm virgin Tiffany Blue an hour later as she accepted that Narciso Valentino was the man she’d seen outside.

      Resigned to her fruitless journey, she downed the last of her drink and was looking for a place to set the glass down when the voices caught her attention.

      ‘Are you sure?’

      ‘Of course I am. Narciso will be there.’

      Ruby froze, then glanced into one of the many roped-off VIP areas. Two women dripping in expensive jewellery and designer dresses that would cost her a full year’s salary sat sipping champagne.

      Unease at her shameless eavesdropping almost forced her away but desperation held her in place.

      ‘How do you know? He didn’t attend the last two events.’ The blonde looked decidedly pouty at that outcome.

      ‘I told you, I overheard the guy he was with this evening talking about it. They’re both going this time. If I can get a job as a Petit Q hostess, this could be my chance,’ her red-headed friend replied.

      ‘What? To dress in a clown costume in the hope of catching his eye?’

      ‘Stranger things have happened.’

      ‘Well, hell will freeze over before I do that to hook a guy,’ the blonde huffed.

      Statuesque Redhead’s lips pursed. ‘Don’t knock it till you try it. It pays extremely well. And if Narciso Valentino falls in my lap, well, let’s just say I won’t let that life-changing opportunity pass me by.’

      ‘Okay, you have my attention. Give me the name of the website. And where the hell is Macau anyway?’ the blonde asked.

      ‘Umm...Europe, I think?’

      Ruby barely suppressed a snort. Heart thumping, she took her phone from her tiny clutch and keyed in the website address.

      An hour and a half later, she sent another Hail Mary and pressed send on the online forms she’d filled out on her return home.

      It might come to nothing. She could fail whatever test or interview she had to pass to get this gig. Heck, after discovering that she was applying to hostess for Q Virtus, one of the world’s most exclusive and secretive private clubs, she wondered if she didn’t need her head examined. She could be wasting money and precious time chasing an elusive man. But she had to try. Each day she waited was another day her goal slipped from her fingers.

      The alternative—bowing to the pressure from her mother to join the family business—was unthinkable. At best she would once again become the pawn her parents used to antagonise each other. At worst, they would try and drag her down into their celebrity-hungry lifestyle.

      They’d made her childhood a living hell. And she only had to pass a billboard in New York City to see they were still making each other’s lives just as miserable but taking pleasure in documenting the whole thing for the world to feast on.

      The Ricardo & Paloma Trevelli Show was prime-time viewing. The fly-on-the-wall documentary had been running for as long as Ruby could remember.

      When she was growing up, her daily routine had included at least two sets of camera crews documenting her every move along with her parents’.

      TV crews had become extended family members. For a very short time when it’d made her the most popular girl at school, she’d told herself she was okay with it.

      Until her father’s affairs began. His very public admission of infidelity when she was nine years old had made ratings soar. Her mother publicly admitting her heartbreak had made worldwide news. Almost overnight, the TV show had been syndicated worldwide and brought her parents even more notoriety.

      The subsequent reunion and vow renewal had thrilled the world.

      After her father’s

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