The Multi-Millionaire's Virgin Mistress

But she wasn’t going to think about that. She was going to enjoy the rest of the day and the evening ahead. So she smiled and didn’t say anything—but the prawns no longer looked quite as appetising as they had.

‘Who’s going to be at the theatre tonight?’ She changed the subject and closed her knife and fork conclusively on the remaining sad prawns on her plate. ‘Anyone exciting?’

‘Aside from me?’ Alessandro grinned at her.

‘Your ego’s showing again,’ she teased, relaxing after that brief spell of unwelcome thought. ‘Careful, Alessandro. If it gets any bigger then you won’t be able to get through the doors to the theatre.’

‘Well, my darling, you know you need only concern yourself with me.’

‘But what if there’s a really fantastic-looking guy there?’

‘Are you telling me that you’re on the lookout for another man?’

There was a chill note of warning in his voice.

‘I’m not your property, Alessandro.’

‘When it comes to my women, I don’t do sharing.’

‘Well, I would never dream of sleeping around, and I’m insulted that you would think that of me.’ She looked at him coldly, and eventually he gave her a conciliatory smile.

‘You’re right—and it’s good that we understand one another.’

He called for the bill and she watched as he left a wad of cash, which included a generous tip for the waitress. If there was one thing she couldn’t accuse him of being it was stingy, but it still took a little while for the slightly sour end of their shopping day to disappear, and it really wasn’t until she was standing in front of the mirror at a little before six that her spirits were once more where they should be.

With the whole outfit put together—the classic jewellery round her neck, the perilously high shoes adding a further four inches to her frame, the dress which clung in all the right places—she felt like a million dollars, and she felt even better when she saw the expression in his eyes as he stood watching her descend the staircase.

‘Maybe,’ he growled, taking her in his arms, ‘we should just keep the taxi waiting a few minutes.’

Megan laughed throatily and touched the extravagant string of diamonds at her neck. ‘I’m not missing a minute of this play, Alessandro Caretti!’

‘Are you telling me that I take second place in your life to a bunch of actors on a stage?’

‘I’m afraid so.’ She sighed and shook her head regretfully.

‘You know…’ he kissed her neck, which she wished he hadn’t because now her body was responding, opening up like a flower for him ‘…you’ll have to make up for that terrible insult later….’

‘Oh? Will I, really?’

Of course he was expecting her to spend the night at his house! It would be ludicrous to drive all the way out to her place from the West End at some silly time of night! The roller-coaster ride seemed to be picking up speed.

‘Yes,’ Alessandro told her gravely, ‘you will. And if you don’t mind, I’ll just check to make sure that you’re getting in the mood….’

He slid his hand under her dress, up along her thigh, and felt the stirrings of arousal as his finger slipped underneath the scrap of silk he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about ever since they’d purchased it in the lingerie department earlier that day. If the taxi hadn’t been there he would have yanked up that dress and taken her right there in the hall. He had never been in the grip of such uncontrollable passion in his life before. He removed his hand and smoothed down the dress with an audible sigh of regret.

When he looked at her, her face was flushed, her breathing uneven.

‘Stop that,’ he said unsteadily, and Megan gathered herself sufficiently to answer.

‘Stop what?’

‘Looking so damned sexy. An outing to the theatre doesn’t stand a chance when your mouth is begging to be kissed…along with every other part of your body….’

His cellphone beeped, and he picked up the call from the taxi driver, telling them that he was waiting outside. He should, he thought, have handed the job to his own driver, but a family illness had seen him off for the week. Now he would have to sit through the entire evening watching a musical in which he had no particular interest, making polite conversation to a bunch of people in whom he had only marginally more interest, when he knew that his woman was right there next to him, hot and eager and desperate to be kissed all over. Worse, they would have to wait at the mercy of a black cab to bring them back to the house late.

‘Duty calls,’ he said sourly, and Megan tiptoed to give him a fluttery kiss on his mouth—because it gave her a heady feeling of power to have him looking like that. As though she was the only woman in the world, as though he wanted to ravish her senseless on the wooden floor of his hall.