Page 20 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Don
As I get to work cutting the paper, the memory of Marco's face when he caught me in his office flashes in my mind.
The anger in his eyes, but something else too.
Something that looked almost like hurt.
For a moment, I almost believed him when he denied plotting against my father.
I shake my head as I rip a piece of tape.
Marco Calabresi is a master manipulator.
Of course he'd look wounded when caught.
Of course he'd deny everything.
And yet…
No. I dismiss the doubt.
The evidence was right there in black and white. What more proof do I need?
I thought I knew Marco.
The enigmatic man drew me to him like no man ever had.
I close my eyes as the memory of last Christmas comes back.
The way I could feel him watching me.
The way his normally detached, cool demeanor heated when I’d catch his gaze.
Being daring, I slipped away from the holiday festivities, wondering if he’d come looking for me.
When he found me in his library, I knew without a doubt that he wanted me.
I can’t deny the heady feeling of having a man like Marco—powerful, controlled—give in to his desires.
We exchanged innocent banter that underneath carried the charge of attraction.
"I was curious what the most feared Don in New York reads in his private moments."
"Feared?" He arched a brow. "Is that how you see me?"
“I see many things."
"Such as?"
"That your reputation serves you well, but it's not the whole truth." I stepped closer to him, wondering if he’d retreat or somehow put distance between us. "You maintain distance, but are you conceited or socially awkward? A modern Mr. Darcy.”
“Jane Austen books are over there.”
“Deflecting. You don’t want anyone to know you… the real you.” God, I wanted so badly to discover who Marco really was.
"Dangerous conclusions to draw. Especially alone with me."
"Yet here I stand." I smiled coyly. "Unafraid."
"Perhaps you should be." He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
