Seduced by the CEO

Author:Pamela Yaye
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-12-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

“Shot!” The word exploded like a bullet out of Nicco’s mouth. He snatched the phone out of the steward’s hand, put it to his ear and stalked over to the window. Curious and concerned, Jariah stared at Nicco, hoping that everything would be all right. She knew from past conversations that he was a proud mama’s boy, ridiculously close to his brothers Demetri and Rafael, and that he was concerned about the break-in at Dolce Vita. Had there now been a shooting at the restaurant? Was someone he loved fatally hurt?

Hearing a noise behind her, Jariah glanced over her shoulder. The steward cut her eyes, and pursed her lips in disdain. Tossing her hair over her shoulders, she turned and stomped out of the room.

What was that all about? Jariah stared down at her clothes, realizing her boobs were on display, lace push-up bra and all, and cringed. By now, the entire store would know she’d made out with Nicco, and that made her feel cheap, dirty. I should have exercised more self-control.

More? Her conscience mocked. When it comes to, Nicco, you have no self-control!

A sudden thought occurred to her, increasing her anxiety. Was this a setup? Had Nicco brought her to the wine boutique to help him select wines or to put the moves on her? His words flooded her mind.

You knew from day one this was bound to happen, right? From the moment we met, I knew it was just a matter of time before we surrendered to our desires.

Jariah knew then without a doubt that Nicco had planned this little jaunt to the wine boutique for one reason and one reason only: to put the moves on her. Feelings of guilt and shame engulfed her, and her head throbbed in pain. Was Mrs. Reddick right? Was getting her into bed nothing more than a game to him? One she would inevitably lose?

“Son of a bitch! How could you be so stupid?”

Nicco’s harsh, biting tone made Jariah flinch. Pacing the room like a caged animal, he yelled into the phone with such ferocity the windows shook.

“Gerald, don’t give me that crap. I pay you very well to ensure things like this don’t happen,” he roared. “Was Mr. Sarmento badly injured?”

Listening to Nicco berate the head of his security division was not only upsetting, it was infuriating. The ex-navy SEAL was a quiet, soft-spoken man with a genial demeanor. Available day and night, he worked tirelessly for Morretti Incorporated and seemed to genuinely love his job.

“Meet me back at the office in an hour. We’ll drive to Jackson Memorial together.”

Nicco ended the call. “Grab your things. We have to go.”

Quickly, Jariah retrieved her purse. “What’s going on?”

“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you in the car.”

At the entrance of the boutique, Nicco apologized to the owner for his hasty departure and promised to return next week to place his order.

Inside the car, as they sped up the block, Nicco explained what happened that morning when his security team and the Portuguese businessman were leaving the Beach Bentley Hotel.

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