Falling for Her Billionaire Boss

He was here to make the Bow Valley Inn into The Fiori Cascade and in order to do that he had to work with Mariella Ross.

He sat back. “Show me the rest, Mariella. And then we’ll see about taking The Fiori Cascade to a whole new level of opulence.”

Luca stared at the papers once more, leaning back against the plush sofa and crossing his ankles on the coffee table. There was nothing really wrong with the hotel, not really. It was a nice establishment, comfortable, good service.

But good wasn’t Fiori. His father had taught him that.

The new manager was something else, too. Mariella. Right now it appeared the only thing she shared with his grandmother was her name. She’d let down her guard for a few moments, but she was a woman bound up in rules and boundaries, that much was crystal clear. All through the tour she’d mentioned how profitable or efficient their amenities were. Which was all well and good—he wanted to make a profit. But it wasn’t the be all and end all. There was more to the Fiori brand than a balance sheet. It was what set Fiori apart from the rest.

He put the papers down and wandered over to his balcony. He slid open the door, crossing his arms against the chill of mountain fall air. He caught the whispered rustle of the wind through the gold-coin leaves of the trees below as he considered the woman he’d be working with for the next several weeks. He hadn’t missed the way Mari kept putting distance between them. After that preliminary handshake, it had been like there was an invisible shield around her. The woman was a big contradiction. A sexy woman wrapped up in bubble-wrap. He wondered why.

He really had to stop thinking about her.

He leaned against the railing, looking out over the white-capped range before him. He liked the gray stone exterior of the hotel, the way it mimicked the slate color of the peaks surrounding them. It reminded him of a small castle, a retreat tucked into the side of a mountain. A fortress.

A knock at the door shook him from his musings and he went back inside to answer i

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Mari had to struggle to keep her mouth from falling open when he opened the door. She completely forgot about the file in her hand or her reason for going to the suite as soon as she saw him. Gone was the suit of earlier. Instead he wore jeans, old ones. The hem was slightly frayed, the thighs faded. And he’d changed into a sweater, a ribbed tan pullover that accentuated his lean build and complemented his dark coloring. He looked completely approachable. Delicious.

This was ridiculous. She was staring at a virtual stranger like he was a piece of the chef’s sachertorte. Good looks were just that. Good looks. They said nothing about the man, nothing at all. A man could hide behind his good looks. An all-too familiar ache spread through her chest.

“Mari. Come in.”

He’d acquiesced and used the shortened version of her name. She should have been grateful, but the way he said it, the way the simple syllables rolled off his tongue, sent flutters over her skin.

He reached out and took her hand and the skitters fled, replaced by the automatic reaction. She pulled her hand back, couching it along her side, and took a step away from him.

His brows furrowed in the middle. Of course he wouldn’t understand.

Handshakes were a matter of business etiquette and she tolerated it, but that was the extent of personal contact. Taking her hand probably meant nothing to him. But to her it meant taking a huge personal liberty. She couldn’t help her reaction any more than she could change the past. She couldn’t stop the fear, even when it was irrational as it was now. It didn’t matter how much time went by, it was impossible to stop the instinctive reactions. He’d done nothing to make her believe he’d hurt her, but it didn’t matter. The trigger was the same.

“I brought you the financial statements.” She covered the uncomfortable moment by holding out the manila folder.

“You’re serious?”

It was her turn to be confused, and she gratefully switched her focus to business. “Of course I am. I thought you’d need them.”

“Are we in the black?”

“Of course we are!” When he didn’t take the file, she lowered her arm again, hiding behind it.

“Then that’s all I need to know.”

“It is?”

“Please, sit down. Would you like a drink?”

“No, thank you.”

She perched on the edge of an armchair like a bird waiting to take flight, while he walked over to the small bar. She noticed he was in his bare feet and for a moment her gaze was drawn to the frayed hem of his jeans, the way it rested against the skin of his heel.

She couldn’t let his good looks distract her. She’d bet anything he was aware of his appearance and used it to his advantage all the time. But it wouldn’t work with her. She wasn’t so naïve as that.

He wasn’t interested in the numbers? Worry plunged through her stomach. What was he going to do to the hotel? Run it into the ground? Every decision she’d made in the last two and a half years had been carefully thought out, balanced against the pros and cons. What to do, where to live, what to wear and say… And he was treating this whole thing like it was no big deal. More and more he was bearing out her initial judgment that for him this whole thing was a rich boy’s game. But it was her livelihood. It was all she had. She’d built it from nothing. And he’d been given everything—life on a silver platter, with the proverbial silver spoon and all that.

“What are your plans for The Cascade?” She spoke to his back as he poured a glass of red wine, filling a second glass despite her refusal.