How Not to Mess with a Millionaire by Regina Kyle

Author:Regina Kyle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance; Contemporary Fiction; Romantic Comedy; Rom Com; Player; Playboy; Millionaire; Mediterranean; enemies to lovers; Fling; Regina Kyle; Entangled Indulgence; Entangled Publishing; Mediterranean Millionaires
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2021-11-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

“Welcome to Le Palazzo di Mare. How can I help you?”

The front desk clerk’s eyes were glued to Zoe’s chest. Dante might as well have been a tree stump for all the attention he received. Not that he blamed the guy. Zoe’s rack was impressive in normal conditions. But with her sundress plastered to her skin courtesy of the downpour that had started two blocks from the hotel, it was spectacular, full and lush, the outline of her dusky nipples clearly visible through the damp fabric.

First Gianni, now some random desk clerk at their hotel. Was every man they met going to leer at her? And was this unreasonable, uncontrollable jealousy going to rise in him like a flash flood every time one did?

If it was, Dante was powerless to fight it. He snaked a possessive arm around Zoe’s shoulders, pulling her to his side. He might not blame the guy for looking, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. Or stand by idly while some stranger ogled his—

His what? His tenant? His roommate? Hell, until a few days ago, they’d been sworn enemies, playing a sick, twisted game of chicken to see who would back down first and leave Bella Vista.

But then he’d kissed her. And everything had changed.

The object of his desire let out a little squawk and looked up at him with wide, questioning eyes, but to his relief she didn’t pull away. Emboldened, he drew her more tightly to him, her soft, round curves melding to his hard edges.

“We have a reservation,” he growled at the clerk through gritted teeth. “Sabbatini.”

“Signora Bianchi’s friend. We’ve been expecting you.” The clerk was paying attention to him now, all right, practically falling all over himself to make up for his earlier slight. It was nice to know people in high places. Like Francesca Bianchi, the part owner and general manager of one of Capri’s most exclusive five-star hotels.

The clerk punched a few keys on his computer and slid an envelope with two plastic cards tucked inside across the counter. “Here you are, sir. One of our best rooms. A sea view suite. Signora Bianchi insisted. She sends her regrets, but she was called away to deal with a situation in the kitchen.”

Zoe’s eyes went from wide and questioning to narrowed and suspicious. “I thought the hotel was full.”

“It is,” the clerk assured her. “Signora Bianchi did some shuffling to make sure you were well taken care of.”

“We need dry clothes,” Dante snapped, not ready to forgive the poor sap for lusting after Zoe.

“You’ll find two Turkish cotton bathrobes in your en suite bathroom. I’ll have housekeeping come up for your wet clothes. They’ll be laundered and returned to you as soon as possible.”

“Thank you.” Dante snatched the envelope with their keycards off the counter and steered Zoe to the elevators.

“What was that all about?” she asked, ducking out from under his embrace as the elevator doors slid shut, leaving them alone in the car.

He pushed the button for the top floor.

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