‘I’m not unwilling to renegotiate our terms, Mr Valentino...’ she ventured.
‘I’ve had my mouth on parts of your body that I believe have earned me the right to hear you say my first name.’
Her blush was fierce and horrifyingly embarrassing. ‘Fine! You can have thirty per cent,’ she blurted.
His eyebrows shot up. ‘Thirty per cent of your body?’
‘What are you talking about? God, you think I’m renegotiating with my body?’ She gasped in shocked horror. ‘I’ll have you know that I’d rather die than do something like that!’
His discomfiture was evident as he slowly straightened and spiked a hand through his hair. ‘I’m...sorry,’ he murmured.
A touch of warmth dispelled the ice. ‘Apology accepted.’
‘Per favore, enlighten me as to what you meant.’
‘Part of the deal for winning was that you’d help with the cash prize and advertising and I’d give you a twenty-five-per-cent share in my business for the first three years. After that I’d have the option to buy it back from you. I’m willing to go up to thirty per cent.’
His shook his head. ‘I have a new proposal for you. Agree to it and you can keep your extra five per cent.’
‘Do I have a choice?’
‘There’s always a choice, cara.’
‘Okay, let’s hear it.’
‘Convince me of your talent. If you’re good enough, I’ll hire you to cater my upcoming VIP party. If you’re better than good, I’ll recommend you to a few people. Now, the only thing you need to decide is if it’s a choice you wish for yourself.’
‘But I’ve already proved I deserve this by winning the show.’
‘Then this should be a doozy.’ He raised an eyebrow. ‘Do you agree to my terms?’
The sense of injustice burned within her, the need to stand her ground and demand her due strong.
But from what she’d seen of him so far he could destroy her just as easily as he’d offered to help her. He’d rightly pointed out that she’d sought him out under false pretences. She should be thanking her lucky stars he hadn’t turned her over to the security guards.
The small print in her Petit Q contract had warned of serious repercussions if she breached confidentiality or behaved inappropriately towards a Q Virtus member.
So far she’d breached several of those guidelines. It was therefore in her interest to stay on the right side of Narciso Valentino.
If he could throw away thirty million dollars with the careless flick of those elegant fingers, surely it was worth her while to endure this small sacrifice to prove herself to Narciso. Getting her restaurant opening back on track would also send her parents the message once and for all that she had no intention of bowing to their pressure to join the family business.
She sucked in a breath, which hopelessly stalled when his eyes darkened. ‘Yes, I agree to your terms.’
He didn’t move. He just stood there staring at her. Ruby had the weird sensation he was weighing her up, judging her...
Unable to stand his stare, she started to turn away. His eyes dropped to her bare legs, heat flaring in his gaze. The power of it was so forceful she took a step back. Then another.
‘Stop,’ he rasped.
‘Why?’
‘I need you.’
Her heart hammered. ‘What?’
His nostrils flared as he reached and captured her arm. Strong fingers slid down her elbow to her wrist. Ruby’s pulse raced harder under the pressure of his fingers as he raised her right arm.
The electronic beep as he activated the smartwatch on her wrist knocked her out of her lust haze. Biting the inside of her cheek to bring her down to reality worked for a few seconds, until he started to speak.
Sicilian wasn’t in any way similar to the language she’d learnt growing up, but she managed to pick up a few words that had her frowning.
‘You’re not returning to New York?’
‘Not yet. My plan was to take a long-needed vacation after Macau.’
Her heart sank. ‘So I still have to wait until you come to New York to finalise this agreement.’
‘Not at all, Ruby. I leave for Belize tonight. And you’re coming with me.’
* * *
The sight of her open-mouthed was almost amusing. Almost. Had he not been caught up in the maelstrom of severely thwarted desire, Narciso would’ve laughed at her expression. As it was, he couldn’t see beyond the need to experience again the sensational taste of those lips.
Pure sin. Wrapped in sweet, angelic deliciousness.
He’d never kissed lips like hers. Or tasted nipples like hers. In fact, so far Ruby Trevelli was proving disconcertingly unique in all aspects. Even the confession of her bastard of an ex’s betrayal had touched him in a way he most definitely did not desire.