Bound By The Italian's 'I Do' (Mills & Boon Modern) (A Billion-Dollar Revenge, Book 1) by Michelle Smart

Author:Michelle Smart [Smart, Michelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2023-02-28T18:30:00+00:00

Issy chalked her cue, watching as Gianni folded his huge frame to make the break. There was nothing gentle in his stroke. He hit the white ball with an accurate determination that rolled it forcefully along the table and smashed it into the red triangle of balls.

She smiled to herself. He’d played the shot like that for her benefit. Separating the red balls from their triangular cluster made it easier to pot them, not something a serious player—and she could tell from the way he played his shot that he was a serious player—would do if they didn’t think their opponent would be easy pickings.

Deciding on and playing her shot quickly, she chided herself when the red ball she’d shot at missed the pocket.

Gianni didn’t miss. He potted a red, then followed it by potting the pink, then potted another red. He missed the green by millimetres, switching the game back to Issy.

This time, she took her time, angled the cue carefully and made her shot. The white glanced the red, sending it into a pocket. She followed this with four successful shots, red, green, red, brown, but then, seeing there was no way she could pocket another red from where the white ball was placed, she hit the white softly, so it only brushed against the red, then gently rolled to slip behind the pink. She’d snookered him.

The look he gave her made her feel ten foot tall. Total confounded admiration.

‘I thought you didn’t play?’ he accused, leaning over the table to reach the white.

‘I don’t remember saying that,’ she refuted innocently.

His chin now lined against the cue, he raised an eyebrow at her. ‘You implied it.’

Smirking, she shrugged. ‘I haven’t played for ten years.’

He took his shot. He managed to hit the red but didn’t pot it. ‘How old are you?’

‘You should know that seeing as you’re my husband,’ she teased. ‘I’m twenty-three. My dad had a snooker table. I always wanted to play but I couldn’t reach the table so he bought me a child-size one for my seventh birthday and taught me. I upgraded to the full-size one when I was ten.’

‘How were you able to see over the top of it?’ he teased back.

‘I used a stool. Being so small meant the distances looked longer to me but I think that improved my game.’

‘Have you actually grown at all since then?’

‘Very funny.’ The red she was aiming for went straight into the pocket.

‘Give me a chance,’ he mock-pleaded. ‘Go on, make it harder to see over the table. Take your shoes off.’

‘They’re sandals, you philistine.’

‘A philistine?’ His expression suddenly changed to serious and he lost the English accent he’d clearly worked so hard to make faultless. ‘I do not think it means what you think it means.’

‘Inconceivable.’

Their eyes met, identical amazed gazes at the recognition that they were with a fellow Princess Bride buff formed, and then they both started laughing. Issy laughed so hard she completely missed her next ball.

Grinning widely, Gianni took his shot and pocketed it, but missed his next one.

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