Di Sione's Innocent Conquest (The Billionaire's Legacy 1)

nbsp; Clearly they were just heading out.

Matteo had shaved and was wearing a suit and had that arrogant, rich gleam in his eye and he was, Abby knew, about to exercise his right to get royally laid.

‘Abby?’ He frowned as she passed them and he saw that she was alone. ‘Where’s Pedro?’

‘In bed, where he’s supposed to be before a race!’ Abby angrily answered. ‘Don’t ever mess with my team and tell them what to do. You were supposed to be hands off, remember!’

‘I was just...’

‘Well, don’t! It’s not your job to look out for me and neither do you have the right to interfere with Pedro’s build-up to the race.’

A car was waiting for them in the forecourt and as Kedah climbed in he waved to Matteo to get a move on.

‘Your friend’s waiting for you,’ Abby said. ‘Have a great night, Matteo.’

She just brushed past him, loathing herself for the anger and jealousy that had shot from her lips. He didn’t deserve any of that. They had agreed to no-strings sex and she had been the one that had backed out.

What the hell was he supposed to do? Abby thought as she closed the door to her room and stripped off her greasy overalls.

She ran a bath and, as it filled, sat at her desk, trying to type up the adjustments she had made to the car but the figures all blurred before her eyes. There were emails she had to answer about order of events for after the race but all she could think about was Matteo and where he was right now. Then she suddenly remembered the bath.

Thank God for the overflow, Abby thought, and then she climbed in the overfull bath and cried.

For him.

For them.

And for the wish that she had at least slept with him.

Once.

Her first because, if not technically, Matteo would have been her first, and the way she felt about him it felt right that it be him.

It was his lack of feelings for her that hurt.

She lay in the bath and let the hot water relax her and over and over she topped it up and tried not to think about Matteo and Kedah in some sordid hot tub.

Bastard!

Except he wasn’t.

He had been completely lovely with her.

She got out of the bath and it was close to one and she knew that she had to be up at five and was just about to take her robe off and climb into bed when there was a knock at the door.

And despite brave words that she was fine without a bodyguard, Abby felt a prickle of fear.

Matteo was out, Pedro would be asleep. She knew that because he was always in bed by seven the night before a race.

The knock sounded again and she was sweating, Abby realised. Her legs wouldn’t move and she just stared at the door, too frozen to go to the peephole and see who it was.

‘Abby?’

She just about dropped in relief when she heard Matteo’s voice and wrenched open the door.

He saw her terror.

‘I thought...’