Mistress By Blackmail: International Billionaires I: The Italians by Caro LaFever

Author:Caro LaFever [LaFever, Caro]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781945007002
Publisher: ViVaPub
Published: 2015-12-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

“Put it on.” Marc’s accented voice made her shiver inside.

Darcy inspected the dress hanging in the walk-in closet of her temporary bedroom. It shimmered in the light from overhead. Deep blue mixed with aqua and turquoise. The tiny straps clung to the hanger and the long, flowing silk called her name.

“The color made me think of your eyes.”

She turned, instant surprise rising inside. “You picked this out yourself?”

Leaning on the door frame, he arched a brow. “Si.”

“You didn’t have one of your minions pick it out?”

“No.” He shrugged. “Is there a problem?”

“No problem at all.” Turning back to the dress, she couldn’t resist sliding her hand across the cool silk. A flash of joy exploded inside her at the thought of Marc actually taking time away from his busy business schedule to go shopping.

A low growl came from behind her. “Touching. Always touching.”

A smile whispered across her lips. It had been a long ten days since her pop’s heart attack. And it had seemed even longer during the last five days when Marc had left her side to return to work. She’d hardly seen him since. She'd spent every minute at the recovery center, often sleeping in the chair beside her pop’s bed. It had only been last night she'd felt secure enough in his condition to come back to the penthouse for a good night's sleep. By the time she'd rolled from the bed this morning, Marc had already left for work.

She glanced over her shoulder as she slipped her palm across the silk once more. “It feels lovely.”

His silver gaze glowed with hot heat. “The dress will feel even lovelier with you in it.”

Her smile widened and she took pleasure in watching the muscles of his shoulders tighten in reaction. She’d missed him. The memory of where they’d been, what they’d been about to do before her father’s crisis had stopped them, returned.

The want for him had not dissipated.

Exactly the opposite.

The want had grown from a sexual need she was afraid of into a driving desire to make this man happy in every way. During the past days—as he stood by her side, held her in his arms, did whatever needed to be done to make her more comfortable and her pop more secure—every wall inside her had fallen. The lust swamp which had bubbled inside her even during the grimmest moments of waiting for news, that swamp had now turned into a warm, willing lake of need and desire.

Don’t be a fool and fall in love and give everything of yourself to him.

She shoved her pop’s words aside and the sea of emotions threatening to rip her apart. Time enough to take them out and analyze them half to death. Right now, she wanted to do something entirely different while she had the guts. Taking her courage into her hands, she took the few steps to reach Marc’s side.

He eased off the doorframe and stared into her eyes. “What?”

Placing a hand on his hard chest, she smoothed her fingers on the sleek silk shirt covering his pectorals.

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