His Million-Dollar Marriage Proposal. Дженнифер Хейворд
a funny roll as she imagined what it would be like to kiss him. It would be far from forgettable, she concluded with a shiver. That mouth was simply far too...erotic.
Which was exactly how she should not be thinking.
“You were right,” she admitted, firmly redirecting her thoughts. “I don’t have the appropriate clothes for this type of an event. I would make them, but I don’t have time.”
Lazzero waved a hand at her. “That comes with the deal. We have a stylist we use for our commercial shoots. Micaela’s offered to outfit you on Monday.”
She stiffened. “I don’t need a stylist.”
He shrugged. “I can send my PA with you with my credit card. But you would lose the benefit of Micaela’s experience with an event like this. Which could be invaluable.”
She hated the idea of his PA accompanying her even more than she hated the idea of the stylist. And, she grumpily conceded, a stylist’s help would be invaluable given her doubts about her ability to pull this off.
“Fine,” she capitulated, “the stylist is fine.”
“Bene. Which brings us to the public story of us we will use.”
She eyed him. “What were you thinking?”
“I thought we would go with the truth. That we met at the café.”
“And you couldn’t resist my espressos, nor me?” she filled in sardonically.
His mouth curved. “Now you’re getting into the spirit. Except,” he drawled, his ebony gaze resting on hers, “I would have gone with the endlessly beautiful green eyes, the razor-sharp brain and the elusive challenge of finding out who the real Chiara Ferrante is underneath all those layers.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “There isn’t anything to find out.”
“No?” His perusal was the lazy study of a big cat. “I could have sworn there was.”
“Then you’d be wrong,” she came back evenly. “How long has this supposed relationship of ours been going on, then?”
“Let’s say a couple of blissful months. So blissful, in fact, that I just put an engagement ring on your finger.”
She gaped at him. “You never said anything about being engaged.”
He hiked a broad shoulder. “If I put a ring on your finger, it will be clear to Carolina there is no hope for a reconciliation between us.”
“Does she think there is?”
“Her marriage is on the rocks. She’s unhappy. Gianni is worried he can’t hold her.”
“Oh, my God,” she breathed. “Why don’t you just tell Gianni he has nothing to worry about? That you have a heart of stone.”
He reached into his jeans pocket and retrieved a box. Flipping it open, he revealed the ring inside. “I think this will be more effective. It looked like you. What do you think?”
Her jaw dropped at the enormous asscher-cut diamond with its halo of pave-set stones embedded into the band. It was the most magnificent thing she’d ever seen.
“Lazzero,” she said unsteadily. “I did not sign on for this. This is insane.”
“Think of it as a prop, that’s all.” He picked up her left hand and slid the glittering diamond on her index finger. Her heart thudded as she drank in how perfectly it suited her hand. How it fit like a glove. How warm and strong his fingers were wrapped around hers, tattooing her skin with the pulse of attraction that beat between them.
How crazy this was.
She tugged her hand free. “You can’t possibly expect me to wear this. What if I put it down somewhere? What if I lose it?”
“It’s insured. There’s no need to worry.”
“How much is it worth?”
“A couple million.”
She yanked the ring off her hand. “No,” she said, setting it on the table in front of him. “Absolutely not. Get something cheaper.”
“I am not,” he said calmly, “giving you a cheaper engagement ring because you are afraid of losing it. Carolina will be all over it. She will notice.”
“And what happens when we call this off?” She searched desperately for objections. “What is Gianni going to think about that?”
“I should have him on board by then. We can let it die a slow death when we get back.” He took her hand and slid the ring on again.
“I won’t sleep,” Chiara murmured, staring at the ring, her heart pounding. Not when she would publicly, if only for a few days, be branded the future Mrs. Lazzero Di Fiore. It was crazy. She would be crazy to agree to do this.
She should shut it down right now. Would, if she were wise. But as she and Lazzero sat working out the remaining details, she couldn’t seem to find the words to say no. Because saving her father’s business was all that mattered. Pulling him out of this depression that was breaking her heart.
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