‘I don’t think so.’ There was no way she was going to open up to this man and tell him about her family. She didn’t want to reveal the nightmare of losing her parents when she was so very young and the difficulty of growing up in the spotlight without them. He probably knew already, but she didn’t want to have to tell him anything. ‘I’d like to go home now.’
‘Very well.’ He stood up and she suddenly became overwhelmed by him. As she sat there and looked at him, at the broad width of his shoulders, she felt almost helpless, as if he’d somehow taken every last bit of control from her. She didn’t like it one bit. Just as Dominic had done, he was using her for who she was, what she could offer him. The only difference this time—Liev had something she needed.
She stood up, her height in heels almost coming close to matching his, but when he put his arm around her back, his hand resting on her waist and pulling her against him, she knew her ability to hold it all together much longer was slipping away. He was eroding her ever-present mask of confidence faster than the tide wiped away footprints in the sand.
‘I will get a taxi.’ All she wanted was to be on her own, to cease this charade of newfound love.
‘What kind of fiancé would that make me if I allowed you to go home alone in a taxi? I will at least take you to your door, Bianca.’
Aware that they were being watched and that getting the bracelet back rested on how quickly he was accepted by people like these, she smiled sweetly at him, placing her hand on his arm and leaning against him seductively. ‘I can’t think of anything better.’
His finger tipped up her chin, forcing her to look directly into the icy heart of his eyes. The world around them stopped turning and nothing else existed. The glamour of the room and everyone in it faded away. All she could see was the handsome man who had claimed her as his fake fiancée. All she could hear was the hard thudding of her heart. All she could feel was the heat of his body.
‘It will be my pleasure.’ He lowered his head and before she could do anything his lips met hers. Instinctively she closed her eyes as her body swayed towards him and hated herself for it. Her heart rate accelerated wildly and heat surged from deep within her as he moved his lips against hers, teasing and coaxing a response from her. She couldn’t help herself as butterflies took flight in her stomach; she sighed softly, enjoying the sensation of his kiss, of knowing that he, too, enjoyed it.
As all those conflicting sensations whirled around inside her, he pulled back just enough to whisper, ‘And a very great honour.’
Those huskily whispered words pulled her back from insanity.
‘I don’t think you know the meaning of that word.’ Her low retort had a sharpened edge to it and she wanted to collapse back onto her chair with relief when he let her go.
Before he could say or do anything else, she walked out of the room, away from the watchful eyes of people she’d known all her life and away from whatever it was that had just happened between her and the man she supposedly hated.
* * *
Liev got out of the limousine and helped Bianca out. The night air was warm and, as ever, the city hummed with activity. Bianca was still all fiery control and simmering sexiness, testing him more than he’d ever thought possible. Just as that kiss had done. He could still feel her lips against his, still hear that soft sigh of contentment. For a brief moment he had melted her icy heart.
‘There is no need to come up with me.’ Her words were so cold they almost froze him out, and he wondered about the passionate woman he’d glimpsed as his lips had brushed hers. Did she ever let her guard down enough for that passion to take over? Was that why she hadn’t dated recently? The challenge to find out more about the ice princess was immense, but it would get in the way of his real purpose and he couldn’t be distracted by a beautiful woman, no matter how attractive the prospect was.
‘We need to arrange our next date,’ he said as he held open the lobby door for her and nodded at the doorman.
As they waited for the elevator, he thought of seeing Bianca again. He pushed aside thoughts of kisses and passion, focusing instead on the thrill of sparring with her. The thought of coming closer to the moment he could avenge his father’s demise by finding out about Dario Di Sione’s latest product launch and using it against ICE pushed him forward even though his conscience was beginning to tug with something he didn’t want to acknowledge.
The elevator doors swished open and he followed Bianca in, more aware than ever of the crackle of tension which still simmered around them.
‘Yes, I suppose we do if we are to be believed. Shall I arrange something this time?’ Her voice distracted him from thinking of things he had little right to think about. The moment his lips had met hers something had changed, and although a public kiss was necessary, he had never meant it to be one so filled with such explosiveness as that lingering touch of lips to lips.
‘Not this time.’ He forced his mind to focus, not prepared to admit that he intended to test just how far and fast the news of their engagement was spreading. The elite of New York’s restaurants were always able to accommodate those who moved in Bianca’s high circles, and it was time to test if he was yet ranked among them. ‘Just keep next Friday evening free.’
‘Friday it is, then.’ Her voice trailed after her, as did her perfume, as she left the elevator. For a moment he watched, bewitched by the sway of her hips, encased in emerald green silk.
Following her, he shook his head and blinked. He had to stop wondering what really dating Bianca Di Sione would be like. If he didn’t, his whole plan, one that had taken years to come to fruition, was at stake. And he couldn’t let that happen.
As a teenager living rough on the streets of St Petersburg, he’d vowed he would do all it took to seek revenge for his parents, for the life together they should have had, and if it hadn’t been for the underhand dealings of ICE, he wouldn’t need Bianca to gain him acceptance into any society.
If it hadn’t been for ICE, he wouldn’t have been forced to steal just to feed himself and the other poor urchins he’d met while living rough. He wouldn’t have been caught and sent to the youth prison camps, hidden away in the country. The gruelling years he’d spent there had made him a man before his time and now that man was ready to exact payment. So what if the delectable Bianca Di Sione was part of it.
‘Goodnight, Liev.’ Her voice pierced the past he’d slipped into and he quickly focused his attention on the woman who stood before him.
‘Goodnight, Bianca.’ He lifted her fingertips to his lips and kissed them gently. ‘Until next Friday.’
Before he could do anything else, he turned and marched away, because if he didn’t he was in danger of giving everything away by either allowing the past to get the better of him and demanding answers from her about the company her brother now headed, or by giving into the urge to kiss her—really kiss her.
THE FOLLOWING FRIDAY Bianca sat at the intimate candlelit table of one of New York’s most exclusive restaurants and looked out at the unrivalled view of the city. If Liev had been able to secure such a table at short notice, she knew that word of their engagement was spreading through society.
Not only was it spreading through society. It was spreading through her family and she was ashamed to say that she hadn’t yet been able to tell them herself, as if by not doing so made it less of a lie.
She’d first had a call from Matteo and had hated that she’d had to deceive her older brother, telling him she was so happy, that she’d met the man of her dreams and hadn’t wanted to wait a moment longer. He had been sceptical, questioning her, and that had almost pushed her to tell the truth. But how could she say she was being blackmailed—for a bracelet?
Then