Christina Hollis.

Her Ruthless Italian Boss






Beth?

As Luca spoke her name she trembled. She knew his touch came at a price, but she no longer cared. The same wisdom that made her desperate for him also warned she would be nothing more than his next conquest. Still she could not resist.

When his fingers traced their way around the heart-shaped outline of her face, she looked up. Tears were threatening to fill her eyes, but before she could apologise for it, he kissed her.

In an instant, all her fear and pain slipped away. Desire filled the void he had left in her body. The warmth of longing infused her. It was such a long time since he had held her with genuine passion like this. She relaxed, savouring every second of the experience.

She was in Lucas arms.

Christina Hollis was born in Somerset, and now lives in the idyllic Wye Valley. She was born reading, and her childhood dream was to become a writer. This was realised when she became a successful journalist and lecturer in organic horticulture. Then she gave it all up to become a full-time mother of two, and to run half an acre of productive country garden. Writing Mills & Boon romances is another ambition realised. It fills most of her time, between complicated rural school runs. The rest of her life is divided between garden and kitchen, either growing fruit and vegetables or cooking with them. Her daughters cat always closely supervises everything she does around the home, from typing to picking strawberries!

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ONE NIGHT IN HIS BED

COUNT GIOVANNIS VIRGIN THE ITALIAN BILLIONAIRES VIRGIN

Dear Reader

1908 was a wonderful year for lovers of romantic fiction. Mills and Boon was born, and over the years their books have helped millions of readers escape to a world filled with excitement, love and passion. I started reading them as a teenager, sharing the rollercoaster ride of couples overcoming all sorts of obstacles in the search for their happy-ever-after. My favourites were the stories where an independent, unconventionally attractive girl broke through the defences of her unattainable hero. They gave such hope to the stroppy, lumpen fourth-former I was in those days!

Writing for Mills and Boon was a distant dream for me then. When my first book was accepted, I could hardly believe my luck. HER RUTHLESS ITALIAN BOSS is my fourth Modern Romance for Harlequin Mills and Boon, and Im still high on the excitement of it all. I hope you love the hero, Luca, as much as I do. Strong, self-reliant men have always fascinated me. As an ex-soldier, Luca is all that and more. If only he could forgive Beth for the way she treated him in the past, he would be the perfect man. But as far as Beth is concerned hes always been her ideal. If she cant have him, then she doesnt want anyone else.

Ive really enjoyed making Luca into a hero to continue the Mills and Boon tradition.

Its a real privilege to be writing at the beginning of the companys second century. With you, I look forward to enjoying hours of reading pleasure in the future.

With my warmest wishes

Christina

HER RUTHLESS ITALIAN BOSS

BY

CHRISTINA HOLLIS

www.millsandboon.co.uk

To Kate Walker, for all her good advice.

CHAPTER ONE

FROM the first moment she saw Venice from a waterbus, Beth was entranced. La Serenissima rose from the lagoon like crystals growing up through mist. If a city could be described as being like a woman, then this one was straight out of a nineteenth-century novel. Everywhere murmured with the sound of water whispering against wood and stonework. Beth could identify with all this gentle melancholy. She was miles from home, and feeling sick with fear at the prospect of arriving at the headquarters of Francesco Fine Arts for the first time. Ill love this new job once I get there, she thought, desperately trying to convince herself. She was tired, alone and scared. There had been too many challenges over the past few years. The immortal serenity of Venice was in stark contrast to the confusion of consultants and hospitals she had needed to arrange for her father. His eventual death had been so hard to bear, and the after effects had cast her adrift from all the security she knew and loved.

A wave of excitement suddenly engulfed the other passengers in her boat. Half a dozen Venetian matrons erupted with coos of admiration, and then everyone started pointing through the fine drizzle. They were all talking at once, and it didnt take long for Beth to see why. A spectacular craft was approaching. The thoroughbreds streamlined beauty swept past them with an assurance that made it seem a whole lot faster than the speed limit. The pilot drew as many admiring looks as his boat did. He was tall, lean and concentrating like a perfectionist. The fingers of one hand splayed casually against the boats paintwork, while the other dealt with the controls. His attitude was totally out of place in that soft-focus, watercolour landscape. And yet it was strangely familiar Beths heart stopped dead, and amazement pitched her to her feet.

Good grief! Whats he doing here? She gasped, before coming to her senses. People were looking at her, and grinning. Sinking back into her seat with an embarrassed grin, Beth muttered some apologies. I must be going mad with the stress of it all, she thought. Hallucinating about Luca should have stopped years ago. He was a career soldier on frontline duty, and the very last person who would be found piloting a luxury speedboat around Venice. As for dressing in Milan tailoring and wraparound shadesit was laughable, but that didnt dull her pain. Silenced by heartache, she watched her vision disappear into the distance, sweeping off to his own private kingdom like the royalty he obviously was.

Whoever he is, he probably didnt even see me, Beth thought.

She was right. Self-made billionaires didnt need to notice ordinary mortals. Luca Francesco was no exception. He had checked his e-mails three times already that morning, and his mind was full of schedules and appointments. Thank God Ben Simpsons pet PA was finally arriving from England today, he musedthe woman must be a saint to put up with him.

Reaching the headquarters of Francesco Fine Arts, Luca left his docking attendant to moor the craft, and strode into the building. Nodding in the direction of the reception staff, he stabbed the button of his private lift. He was still irritated by the reality of Ben Simpson. The man might be a genius in his field, but he had no common sense at all, and no social skills. Luca had merely waved through the request from FFAs Human Resources department to include Bens girl Friday as part of his employment package. At the time, it had seemed like a harmless perk of the job. Everyone had discovered since then she must be a vital part of Ben Simpsons life-support system.

The elevator arrived. Luca stepped in, wincing as the mirrored doors clicked shut. That final glass of vin santo last night had been a mistake. He had flown to Florence, to taste Count Guidos latest vintage. As he always did, Luca had agreed with his host that the wine was even better than Guidos previous releases. He had been saying that for five years. Luca had no enthusiasm for socialising any more, but his manners were faultlessright down to accepting that last shot of alcohol. Thinking about it now made him flinch. Luckily, one of his chauffeurs had been acting as co-pilot, and had flown him back to Venice a few hours ago. There had been no time for sleep, and he had accepted Count Guidos offer of a guest wing for the night it would have pushed Luca several conversations too far. He was a man with a thousand invitations, who had lost all desire for friendship.

And now he had to force himself to face office lifeagain.

Luca had been sharing his own PA, Andria, while they all waited for Ben Simpsons girl to sort out her personal problems back in England. He was thinking of giving this shadowy wonder-woman an immediate pay rise, sight unseen. Feeling the way he did this morning, the next problem Luca met with Ben was liable to end with blood being spilled all over the executive carpet

By the time she reached her new workplace, Beths heart was hammering so fast, she thought it might burst. Ben had arranged to meet her in the vestibule and escort her up to their office suite. He led her through a busy honeycomb of activity. Although it was set within a rambling old building, full of cubby-holes and squeaking floorboards, everything at FFA ran with the high-tech efficiency of an international multibillion-dollar business. While firewalls and virus checkers protected investments, the buildings real walls were draped with tapestries. As she was shown around Beth wondered if the drapes hid any secret passages. The people who lived here in the Renaissance had been high on securityin those days, lives as well as fortunes were at stake. Ben guided her through a warren of passages, stopping every so often to ask directions back to his office. Beth didnt mind. It gave her a chance to admire her surroundings. Beautiful antique side tables and grand carved chairs were placed at regular intervals along each corridor. Her father would have loved it. He had adored treasures, and this place was stuffed with them. Each time he had gone out to buy stock, Gerald Woodbury had brought home at least one more exquisite piece he could not bear to put up for sale. Unfortunately, his bank account had emptied at much the same speed with which his beloved Rose Cottage had filled up with beautiful things.

As soon as they reached their office Beth plunged straight into her job of making Bens life run as smoothly as possible. Their suite had been formed out of the buildings old ballroom, and it did not take her long to convince him that his desk should be repositioned, right at the far end. He was too easily distracted to have his seat any closer to the door. Her workstation would stand guard there, fending off unwanted visitors.

Disaster struck only a short time after they had settled down to work. A frantic call drifted over to where Beth was setting up some computer records.

BethBethIve just sat on my glasses!

The spare pair is in the top right-hand drawer of your desk, as always.

This is the spare pair! I lost a lens from the other ones just after I got here

Beth picked up the telephone on her desk and made a quick call. Then she walked over and handed Ben a note.

Dont panic. Here are the details of your new English-speaking optician. Theyre expecting you.

Ben beamed, stood up and pulled on his jacket. If ever Signor Francesco wants to know why I need you here, Ill tell him about little things like this!

Seconds after Ben left, Beth came to his rescue again when the telephone on his desk rang.

Ohhi, you must be Beth! a friendly voice said. Im Andria, Signor Francescos assistant. Could you send Ben up to the executive lounge, please? Signor Francesco wants to see the notes for his address to the ceramics convention next month. I thought the two of them could cosy up over a latte.

Oh, Im sorry, Andria, Bens had to dash out for a while

Beth heard a sharp intake of breath from her opposite number. That was a clear danger signal, and nothing could be allowed to blot Bens reputation. Beth sprang into action.

But I can deliver the notes myself. Ive got them right here, and theyre all ready.

Brilliant. Andrias relief was audible. Signor Francesco is a good boss, but hes totally single-minded when it comes to work. If he thought Id sent him on a coffee break without the chance of fitting in a bit of paperwork, Id never hear the end of it!

Beth laughed, printed out the document and slipped it into a cover. It sounded as though she would have her work cut out keeping Ben on the right side of his boss. No wonder he had wanted her help and support in this new job. Ben was as disorganised as he was accident-prone. She had better get out of her silly habit of wincing each time she heard the surname of their new employer.

When Ben had announced the people at Francesco Fine Arts had approached him, Beths stomach had gone into a spin. The simple mention of a name shared by millions of people around the globe had thrown her into turmoil. Then reality had supplied a parachute, and told her not to be so stupid. Luca had been a soldier, and the original bull in a china shop. What connection could he possibly have with international fine art? The only interest he ever showed in glass was how much liquid it could hold. All the same, Beth was still not comfortable hearing the name Francesco. It would be a relief to meet their new managing director at last. When his real-life image replaced the tall, dark fury that still haunted her, life would become easier.

Negotiating the maze of corridors, Beth was scared in case her rusty holiday Italian let her down, but everyone she met in the building was really friendly. She soon found the executive lounge, and walked in with a broad smile.

It evaporated the instant she saw the man who was silhouetted at the window. The impressive figure had his back to her, but she still recognised him. He was the same man who had been piloting that speedboat, and the realisation hit her heart a hammer blow. Now there could be no mistake. His sable-dark hair had not been given its regulation trim in a while and now curled almost to his collar, but it didnt matter. Beth was convinced that when the managing director of Francesco Fine Arts turned around, every word, English or Italian, would desert her. She already knew this billionaire workaholic would turn out to be the man she desired most in the world.

And the only one she would ever love.

Beth had been quiet and discreet, but Luca still heard her enter the room. He glanced over his shoulder with a smileand then stopped. In one second his open expression turned from pleasure to deep, dark distrust. Beth went cold with dread. Although he was not handsome in the way of soap stars or male models, Luca was devastating to look at. Those dark, wide-set eyes might have lashes to die for, but the effect was compelling, not sentimental. His masculinity was carved, not manufactured. It had been honed on the assault course, giving him a form every woman wanted to touch. Beth was no exception. Despite his ten-kilowatt glare, the first thing she noticed was how pale and tired he looked.

And then his quiet words tore the years away.

Mio DioI must have died and gone to hell

Beth was shattered. His eyes were like chips of black diamond. The man who meant everything to her was now trying to intimidate her, not melt her. He succeeded in no time at all, because Beths soul still bore the indelible brand of his hard, dark anger. It had been seared into her on that last burning night in Balacha. Five years later, it still hurt.

She began inching pinches along the edge of the file she carried, measuring her embarrassment and shame.

LucaI had no ideaI would never have come here if Id known

He silenced her with a single, sharp gesture of his hand. Their time apart had increased his natural authority a hundredfold. His appearance had always been unconventional. Now he looked dangerous. Instead of tanned and open, his face was drawn and watchful. Those beautiful eyes with their sweeping lashes now had dark hollows beneath them. Beth was horrified, but all the old attraction was still there. She could sense it, but she could also feel waves of resentment flowing from him.

Shock and shame forced her words out in a torrent of apology. Look, I can hardly blame you for being angry with me, Luca. I picked up a pen a thousand times to try and write to you but

Dont give me any more lies, Elizabeth. Or Beth, or whatever your name is these days. I dont need your excuses. His tone was like silk drawn over sandpaper. I suppose you must be this indispensable PA Ben Simpson needs to keep him in check? He moved forward. Beth stepped back. Seeing her flinch, he exhaled angrily. Theres no point in pretending to be afraid of me. We both know thats never been the case. Besides, whats done is done. As far as I am concerned you are part of my past, and a part that I have no wish to remember. My interest is in the here and now.

He paused, and raised his right hand to the side of his head. Beth watched him dig his fingers into his temple before continuing. I wont go back on the agreement to employ you. Ben is fast becoming a world expert in ceramics. I want him on my team and, for that privilege, I am willing to endure anything. Even your presence, he finished meaningfully.

Somehow, Beth pulled herself together. Over the past couple of years she had survived a lot, but much of it had not been of her own making. Lucas cold fury was a different thing altogether. This was entirely down to her, so she would just have to put a brave face on it.

Dont worrynow I can see how things are, I wont be staying here for more than six months. Thats the length of my initial contract with FFA, and I wont be asking you to renew it. I wouldnt dream of putting you to any trouble, Signor Francesco. She managed to keep her voice calm, but her mind was in chaos. All she knew was that she had to escape from his presence, to get away

But while you are here, you will give every assistance to Ben in his job as my new Head of Glassware and Ceramics.

It was a command, not a question.

Of course. Thats why you are employing me, Signor Francesco, Beth replied crisply. But I shall make arrangements to train a replacement, so I can leave the moment my contract comes up for renewal.

As long as we both know where we stand, Luca said grimly. He paused as if he wanted to say more, but then turned away from her. Let me call for some refreshments.

One end of the executive lounge had been fitted out as a kitchen, making everything from antipasti to zabaglione. Beth tucked the file of paperwork under her arm and set off to fetch him something. Any good PA would have done the same, but she intended this as a statement as well. She wanted to show Luca she knew her place as a loyal employee.

Ill fetch you a latte and

Elizabeth, you dont have to wait on me. Please find yourself a seat.

Beth had never thought of Lucas Italian accent as dynamite before. Now it was enough to send her hurtling towards one of the softly upholstered settees scattered around the room. She sat down, her eyes fixed on the edge of the table in front of her. It was piled with magazines, but she was not in the mood to look at them. After summoning a waitress and giving his instructions, Luca rejoined her. He did not sit on the settee. Instead he picked up a hard, angular chair and dropped it opposite where she was retreating into the shelter of comfortable cushions. Although he tried to hide it, Beth saw him wince. She wondered if he was in pain but thought better than to ask. The waitress, in a smart lavender apron, brought a tray to their table. The girl set down two cups of coffee and two pastries, laying a monogrammed napkin and fork beside each place.

When he saw she had brought nothing else, Luca clicked his tongue and began to lever himself up from his chair.

Ill fetch you a spoon, Elizabeth, he murmured.

No! No, I can manage with just a fork, she said frantically, looking from Luca to the waitress and back again.

Nonsense. Luca switched on his old, devastating smile as he turned to the girl who had brought their order. Miss Woodbury always eats with a spoon as well as a fork, Bella. It is her good English breeding.

Beth burned with shame. She could not remember the last time she had been able to afford to eat pudding, let alone worry about how to do it.

Times change, Luca, she muttered when he returned from a trip to the counter for more cutlery.

I know. That is why you went off with the man who called himself my friend.

It was a big mistake.

As I told you at the time.

Beth paused as she went to pick up her spoon and said softly, I would never have thought you were mean-minded enough to say I told you so, Luca.

Pained, she turned her head away. She could not afford to let him see how much he still affected her.

He paused, grazing his lower lip with his teeth. Youre right, of course. I should not have gone so far. But you must admit, it was not without provocation, Elizabeth.

Please call me Beth. I prefer it nowadays, she said faintly. Ive given up on formality.

I find that hard to believe.

Luca picked up his pastry fork and cut through the mouth-watering dessert, but Beth noticed something.

Wait, Luca, theyve only given you a small portion. Heretake mineits much bigger.

This is the way I like it. He spoke without looking at her. I dont eat so much these days.

I can see that, Beth thought, eyeing him with concern. His suit was expensively tailored, but this new-style Luca was built like a greyhound rather than the mastiff she had known back in Balacha.





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