‘It wasn’t his way,’ he said.
Bella toyed with the edge of her plate. ‘After my mother left … it was difficult to get close to him,’ she said. ‘He seemed to shut himself away. Work became his entire focus. I didn’t think he cared what happened to me. I think I reminded him too much of Mum.’
‘He was hurt,’ he said. ‘Your mother’s affair totally gutted him.’
Guilt felt like a yoke around her shoulders. She had made it so much worse. Why had she been so selfish? Why couldn’t she have comforted her father instead of pushing him away? She had ended up hurting him just as much as her mother. She looked at Edoardo again. ‘You really cared about him, didn’t you?’ she asked.
‘He had his faults,’ he said. ‘But basically he was a good man. I had a lot of respect for him.’
‘I think he saw you as the son he never had,’ she said. ‘I was jealous about that. I never felt good enough.’
He frowned again. ‘He loved you more than life itself.’
Bella gave a shrug. ‘I was just a girl,’ she said. ‘He was of the generation where sons were everything to a man. He loved me, but I always knew that deep down he thought I was just like my mother. I suspect that’s why he orchestrated things the way he did. He didn’t think I had the sense to make my own decisions.’
‘He was concerned you would be too trusting,’ he said. ‘He didn’t want you to be hoodwinked by shallow charm or empty compliments.’
‘So he appointed you as gatekeeper,’ Bella said with more than a little hint of wryness. ‘A man who never wastes time on charm or compliments.’
He took a contemplative sip of his wine. ‘I can be charming when I need to be.’
She gave a little laugh. ‘I’d like to see that.’
There was a little silence.
‘You look stunningly beautiful tonight,’ he said.
She shifted restively in her seat. ‘Stop it, Edoardo.’
‘I sometimes fantasise about you being in bed with me.’
She blushed to the roots of her hair. ‘You’re not being charming,’ she said. ‘You’re being lewd.’
He leaned forward with his forearms resting on the table, his eyes locking on hers. ‘I feel you in my arms,’ he said. ‘I feel your body wrap itself tightly around me. You feel it too, don’t you, Bella? You feel me driving into you. You feel it right now: hard. Thick. Strong.’
She swallowed tightly. ‘Why are you doing this?’
He leaned back in his chair and picked up his wine. ‘I want you.’
She gave him a haughty glare. ‘I’m not yours to have.’
His eyes challenged hers in a hot little tussle that had her spine tingling like high-voltage electricity. ‘You’ve always been mine, Bella,’ he said. ‘That’s why you hate me so much. You don’t want to admit how much you want me. It shames you to think you lust after a bad boy with no pedigree. It’s not done in your highbrow circles, is it? You’re not supposed to slum it with the ill-bred. You’re supposed to mingle your blood with the high flyers, but you just can’t help yourself, can you? You want me.’
‘I would rather boil in oil,’ she said looking down her nose at him. ‘You have no right to speak to me this way. I’ve done nothing to encourage you to think I … I fancy you.’ Or at least not since I was a silly little sixteen-year-old. ‘You have no place in my life. You never have and you never will.’
He leaned back in his chair with an indolent look. ‘I’m at the centre of your life, baby girl,’ he said. ‘You can’t do a thing without me. I could cut off your allowance right here and now if I thought it was warranted.’
Bella felt her heart slam against her ribcage. ‘You can’t do that.’ Please God, you can’t do that.
‘You need to have another look at the fine print on your father’s will,’ he said. ‘Why don’t you check it out? I have the number of the lawyer in my phone.’
Bella looked at the mobile phone he was holding up. She swallowed once, twice. She suspected he wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t true. Her father’s will was incredibly complicated. She had read it years ago but it had been full of the sort of legalese that made it almost indecipherable. The financial-guardianship arrangement with Edoardo only made it a thousand times worse. ‘What do I have to do to prove I’m old enough to make my own decisions, including choosing the man I want to marry?’ she asked.
He studied her features for a moment, his gaze unnervingly steady on hers. ‘I have no problem with you marrying,’ he said. ‘I just want to be sure you’re doing it for the right reasons.’
She frowned at him. ‘What other reason could there be other than I love him and want to spend the rest of my life with him?’
‘People get married for lots of reasons,’ he said. ‘Mutual convenience, sharing familial wealth, arrangements between families—to name just a few.’
‘Why is it so hard for you to accept that I’m truly in love?’ she asked.
‘What do you love about him?’
Bella found his direct look rather confronting. It made her feel as if he was seeing right inside her to where she kept her insecurities stashed away. She didn’t want to be questioned on her love for Julian. She just loved him. He was perfect for her; he made her feel special.
He made her feel safe.
She shifted her gaze to the left of Edoardo’s and answered, ‘I love that he devotes so much of his time and energy to people less fortunate. He cares about people. All people. He can talk to anyone. It doesn’t matter if they’re rich or poor. He makes no distinction.’
There was a ticking silence.
‘Anything else?’ he asked.
She moistened her dry lips. ‘I love that he loves me and he’s not afraid to say it.’
‘Words are cheap,’ he said. ‘Anyone can say them. The point is whether there’s any truth in them in their actions.’
Bella gave him a direct look of her own. ‘Have you ever been in love?’
His mouth cocked up at one side as if he found the notion amusing. ‘No.’
‘You seem very certain about that.’
‘I am.’
‘Not even a teensy, weensy little crush?’
‘No.’
‘So you just have sex for the physical release it offers?’ she asked.
His eyes seemed to heat and smoulder the longer they held hers. ‘It’s the only reason I have sex.’ He paused for a beat as his gaze continued to stoke hers. ‘What about you?’
Bella felt a tremor of unruly forbidden desire roll through her like a bowling ball pitched down a steep descent. Her body shook and sizzled with it, every sensitive nerve suddenly awake and alert. She shifted in her seat, crossing her legs under the table, but if anything it concentrated the wicked sensations in the secret heart of her. It was as if he had a direct line to her womanhood by just looking at her. He was stroking her with his gaze, making love to her with his mind. She could see it in his expression—the knowing curve of his sensual lips and the slightly hooded gaze as it focused on her mouth.
She felt his kiss as surely as if he had closed the distance between them and pressed his mouth to hers. Her lips buzzed and tingled. Her tongue grew restless inside her mouth in its hunger to feel his mate with it. Her breasts felt full and sensitive behind the lace