The Italians: Rico, Antonio and Giovanni: The Hidden Heart of Rico Rossi / The Moretti Seduction / The Boselli Bride

‘It’s complicated—a long story.’

‘Tell me after.’

‘I’m, um, having dinner with Rico afterwards.’

‘Rico. Hmm.’ Julia raised an eyebrow. ‘And although his English is perfect, there’s a definite accent there. Would I be right in saying you met him in Rome?’

Ella felt her skin heat. ‘Yes.’

‘You had a fling with him?’

‘Um, yes.’

Julia looked hurt. ‘You never said a word to me.’

‘It’s complicated,’ Ella said again.

‘You don’t have to see him if you don’t want to.’ Then Julia’s eyes narrowed. ‘Hang on. I know you’ve been working like crazy to get things up and running, but I remember the last time you threw yourself into work like this.’

‘He didn’t do a Michael on me, if that’s what you’re asking.’

‘But he knows about your lottery win?’

Ella nodded. ‘That isn’t an issue.’ She could guess what her best friend thought: Rico was a con-man after her money. ‘Actually, the money would be small change to him. He could buy me out ten times over and still have a fortune left.’

‘So if he’s not after your money, what does he want?’

‘Right now, I don’t have a clue.’ That wasn’t strictly true. That kiss had told her a great deal. And it had also made her libido sit up and beg.

Why had he walked back into her life, offering her temptation? Yes, physically it was good between them. Better than it had ever been for her with anyone else. But Rico had already proved to her that she couldn’t trust him. She had no idea who the real Rico was. She wasn’t stupid enough to put herself back in a vulnerable position; so she’d have dinner with him—and she’d tell him to stay out of her life.

She managed to keep her focus on business for the rest of the evening, though it was a real effort; even when she couldn’t see Rico, she was so aware of his presence.

Finally, the last person left the party, and she started to clear up. She could hear noises from the kitchen at the back of the function room, but Julia was in the front with her, collecting plates and mugs. So who was in the back?

She nearly dropped the crockery she was carrying when she walked into the kitchen and saw Rico with his sleeves rolled up and his hands in sudsy water. ‘What are you doing?’

He rolled his eyes. ‘Ask the obvious, Ella bellezza.’

‘But …’

‘The quicker you’re done here, the quicker I get to spend time with you. So it makes sense for me to help you clear up.’

‘I guess so.’

He frowned. ‘You look exhausted.’

‘She’s been working crazy hours since she got back from Rome,’ Julia told him.

‘In that case, I won’t drag you out to dinner tonight, Ella,’ Rico said.

She had a reprieve?

Then he added, ‘I assume you have the makings of an omelette and salad in your fridge, so I’ll cook for you instead. Or order takeaway, if you’d rather.’

‘I …’ She was too tired to think straight. Right at that moment she didn’t have a clue what to say.

He sighed. ‘You really are exhausted.’ He dried his hands, then took the crockery from her. ‘Sit down.’

‘I’ve still got things to clear up out there.’

‘I’ll do it. Don’t argue.’

Before she had time to collect her thoughts, he’d made a mug of coffee for Julia and herself, finished clearing up in the function room, and was back to dealing with the huge pile of washing up.

‘So how do you know each other?’ Julia asked.

‘We met in Rome,’ Rico said.

‘And you’ve come all this way to see Ella?’ She sounded disbelieving.

‘I’m in London on business,’ he said. ‘And I saw the details of the launch party on Ella’s website. So I thought I’d drop in and say hello.’

‘Hmm.’

Ella could tell her best friend was still suspicious of Rico, though the fact that he was helping to clear up without being asked had redeemed him a bit in Julia’s eyes.

‘Is there anything else that needs doing?’ he asked when he’d finished drying the crockery and Julia had put it away.

‘No.’

‘Good.’ He rinsed out the sink. ‘Can I give you a lift home, Julia?’

‘No, I’m fine—I’m only two stops away on the Tube.’

Ella blinked at him. ‘You drove here?’

‘No, I don’t have a car in London. I called a taxi.’ Rico flicked open his phone and speed-dialled a number. ‘Address?’ he asked.

‘Here?’

‘No. Your address.’

Of course. She was too tired to think straight. And that kiss earlier hadn’t helped. She couldn’t stop thinking about it, about the way he made her feel. Bad, bad idea. She mumbled her address at him.

‘The taxi will be here in a quarter of an hour,’ he said.

It gave them enough time to lock up.