Page 9 of Bound By The Italian’s 'I Do'

You certainly have. Earned it off the grave of my father when you forced a hostile takeover of his company.

‘A week to unwind and recharge your batteries?’

‘Two weeks.’

‘Two?’ She raised one of the eyebrows she’d plucked into submission, as if she didn’t know exactly when he was due to return to what would be left of his business. ‘How much fun can one man have in two weeks?’

‘That all depends.’

‘On?’

‘If there’s someone for me to play with.’

She held his gaze and smiled. ‘Oh, I imagine a man like you would have no shortage of playmates.’

‘It’s never been a problem for me before.’

Such modesty. It was so becoming. Not.

‘You know, my yacht has many toys on board.’

The sexy gleam shimmered. ‘Really?’

‘Uh-huh.’ Emulating his gleam, she mimicked him further by leaning forwards, deliberately allowing him a good peek of her cleavage. ‘I even have a slide.’

‘Who doesn’t love a good slide on a yacht?’

She grazed her teeth over her bottom lips and dropped her voice to a seductive purr. ‘My thoughts exactly. If you haven’t got anything planned, how would you like to join me on it tomorrow? We can take it to sea...try the slide out.’

‘I can think of nothing I’d rather do.’

She raised her glass and flashed her first genuine smile. ‘It’s a date.’

He practically stripped her naked with his eyes. ‘I’m already looking forward to it.’

CHAPTER THREE

ISSYEXAMINEDEVERYinch of her bikini-clad body. The last time she’d worn a swimsuit she’d been twelve and forbidden from wearing anything but a full-piece swimsuit by her protective parents. She had a feeling if either of them could see the teeny-weeny white bikini she was wearing now, they would spontaneously combust.

She was scared she might spontaneously combust too, in embarrassment.

But this was the kind of bikini Gianni Rossi’s lovers wore. She couldn’t afford to disappoint him until they were far out at sea and she’d managed to throw his phone overboard.

But, heavens, it was revealing. Luckily it covered her bottom half quite well apart from where it tied together at the side of her hips, but about the only thing it covered up top was her nipples.

Feeling the panic that often tried to grab her throat rise, Issy breathed deeply and wrapped a sheer blue sarong around her to give herself the illusion of modesty. It was too late to back out now.

She only had to lead him on until she got rid of his phone, and then she could dress herself in a sack if she so pleased.

The problem was she could taste danger. It had been there on her tongue since she woke that morning. She had no idea where it was coming from, but her Spidey senses were warning her ofsomething.

Warning her of Gianni? And if so, why?

Wasshe playing with fire?

Gianni was a playboy, but he was not a man to force a woman. None of his legion of lovers had a bad word to say about him and there was no way Amelia would have gone along with this if she’d thought Issy would be putting herself in any kind of physical danger with him. As she’d grudgingly put it, he was gentleman playboy.

Issy’s gut had aligned with Amelia’s description of him during their first meet in London. Her gut told her he posed no physical danger to her. So why did she feel so threatened? Was it even threatened that she was feeling?

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