A Deal to Carry the Italian's Heir by Tara Pammi

Author:Tara Pammi
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2019-09-06T12:44:15+00:00

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Leo stood inside the grand entrance hall of Neha’s Mayfair apartment complex and studied the high, domed ceiling and the dark stained oak curving staircase with pleasant surprise. The expansive cream Nettuno marble floor with the black onyx squares popping the monotony screamed understated luxury.

He’d recommended the property a few years ago when she’d asked him about investment advice, since Mayfair had been on the cusp of rivaling Knightsbridge as the area for luxury residential homes. The value of the two-bedroom flat she’d purchased had only gone up.

After facing down Mario two days ago and still digesting the disgusting lengths the man could sink to, his admiration for Neha grew boundless.

How much of a fight had she had to put up to buy such expensive property in her own name? What had Mario already unleashed in the last week that Leo had been gone?

He had the concierge let her know that he was waiting in the lounge, aware with every breath that the sense of urgency he felt to see her, touch her, was something he’d never experienced before. Now that he had a plan in hand, Leo couldn’t wait to put it into motion.

His breath caught when she stepped out of the lift, her hair shining like a silky black curtain.

She was wearing a blouse with a long shawl draped over it and a billowing skirt underneath—all in the same cream and gold silky, flowing material that made her look like some beautiful princess stepping out of a fairy tale.

Large earrings with a cluster of pearls bobbed when she moved her head. A black dot took the pride of place between her eyebrows, and her eyes, lined with kohl, were huge in her face.

Her mouth was painted a light pink shade that reminded him of those decadent, pink confections she had once asked him to taste-test when he’d found her in the industrial kitchen at one of So Sweet Inc.’s branch of bakeries. The bracelets she wore on each arm shimmered gold.

She stilled, her gaze running over him like a physical caress, a warmth in her eyes that he couldn’t help but bask in. “Will I do?” she said, reminding him of his pithy text that she should dress up.

He nodded, something primal and possessive rising inside him.

“Will you tell me the surprise now?” she asked, her hand reaching his hair and pushing away at a lock. And, just as fast, snatching it away. The subtle scent of vanilla and something sweet filled his breath, his body desperate for more.

He pulled the tickets out of the inside pocket of his jacket and waved them in front of her. “We’re going to a tabla concert, although I’m not sure if ‘concert’ is the right word? By your favorite maestro.”

“My God, Ustaad Atif Hussain? That’s why you asked me to dress in traditional clothes.” Her eyes widened as she grabbed the tickets from him and scanned them. She vibrated with excitement. “I was too late to get tickets for it.

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