Blue-Blooded Romeo (The Royal Romeos #6) by Jenny Gardiner

Author:Jenny Gardiner [Gardiner, Jenny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jenny Gardiner Books
Published: 2017-07-24T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Domenico had sent five texts over the past two hours to Stella and she didn’t reply to a single one of them. Which sucked. He could tell she was like one of those cats you reach your hand out to pet and it comes that close to you then runs scared behind the bushes. There was no reasoning with a timid cat. But damn, as timid as she seemed to be about men—or was it only him—she was certainly not timid when it came to sex. That woman was in it to win it, and despite her injured ankle, she came, she saw, and she conquered. Not necessarily in that order.

Yet as much fun as they had in bed together, he probably enjoyed dancing and chatting with her even more. She was fun and interesting. And if he was to be completely honest, a little bit challenging. And he always loved to rise to a challenge. For that matter, coming to Paris, deciding to take the step he was about to take, was indicative of that. Clearly he needed to shake things up, be it in his personal or professional life, so maybe the universe had sent the obstinate Stella Whitaker his way to make it that much harder.

And to the universe, he had one thing to say: Bring. It.

~*~

Domenico stopped for a croissant and a cappuccino—he was, after all, Italian, and couldn’t go without his breakfast coffee drink—on his way to his first day of class. It felt weird to be going back to school again. Not like this was your conventional kind of school, but maybe it would lead to him to take the plunge and go all in with the culinary end of things.

For now, merely attending the intensive wine course at l’école Marondi was going to be a huge leap. He hadn’t told his family what he was doing. Instead he’d said he wanted a break so decided to take a little getaway to Paris. They didn’t need to know what he was doing there; it was a big deal simply for him to assert his independence this much in a family that expected everyone to toe the family line.

As he approached the wide granite staircase of the school, with students milling about finishing their coffees and chatting, he took a deep breath. It was going to be weird, being this man who’d been out in the world, active in his business, all of a sudden a mere student again. Weirder still since here he knew so much about his wine, but now he was going to have to learn about French wine, and well, everyone knew the French thought they invented wine. He laughed at his little joke. After all, everyone knew the Italians invented it. Or at least the good stuff.

He walked past the thicket of students milling about on the sidewalk and entered through the tall oak doors and into the large hallway where he’d been for meetings only the day before.

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