It Started With A Proposition: Blackmailed into the Italian's Bed / Contract with Consequences / The Passion Price
‘Just you wait,’ he warned her darkly.
‘Now, now. Just be a good boy and keep those hands of yours right where they are.’
His pulse-rate went wild as she remained kneeling above him, holding his stricken gaze as she repeatedly put her finger into the champagne and then into his mouth.
Finally she put the glass down, took him into her hands and pushed him up inside her, not letting him go till he’d been totally enveloped by her body.
Gino moaned at the heat and the moistness of her.
He did not expect her to lean down and kiss him at that stage. That was not what she was here for. But was it the tenderness of her kiss which changed his mind on that score? Or the way she murmured his name against his lips? Whatever—his heart seemed to flower open in his chest, bursting with feelings he’d been trying to suppress.
When he moaned under her mouth, she abruptly terminated the kiss.
‘I suppose this is what you want?’ she said sharply, and she straightened, her eyes turning wild as she began to move.
He wanted to tell her that, no, it was not what he wanted. But his tortured body had a mind of its own. He struggled to stop himself from coming, not wanting her to see him lose control.
‘Total surrender, Gino,’ she grated out as she slowed to a more sensual pace. ‘That’s the name of this game. I know. Because I’ve been there…done that. You took me there. You don’t want to give in…you’re afraid that somehow you’ll never be the same. And you could be right. I’ve never been the same. You ruined me for any other man.’
He heard her words, and understood what she was saying. But if he’d ruined her for any other man then she’d ruined him. She’d always been there in the back of his mind. Always.
Maybe they didn’t love each other any more, but they could—if they gave themselves a chance.
What he had to do was tell her the total truth. How he’d never forgotten her either. How he hadn’t run into her by chance. He’d deliberately sought her out.
But no words came from his mouth at that moment. Only raw, naked sounds of desire.
He lasted till she climaxed. After that there was no contest, his back arching from the bed as their bodies shuddered as one.
At some stage he took his aching arms from behind his head. But by then exhaustion had set in. He wanted to hold her, talk to her, but it was a typical case of the spirit being willing but the flesh very weak. When she climbed off him a fog had already begun to descend over his mind. Soon Gino didn’t think or feel anything.
Jordan collapsed back on the bed, not moving or speaking till she heard the sound of deep, even breathing. Only then did she steal a glance over at Gino, relieved to see that he was fast asleep.
She still didn’t move for a long while, her eyes glistening as she worked out what she was going to do. At last she rose, quietly collecting her clothes from the sitting room and dressing out there. Afterwards she went to the elegant reproduction French writing desk in the corner, and used the gold pen and perfumed paper to write Gino a note.
That done, she carried the note into the bedroom, where she propped it up against a lamp.
After one last tearful glance at his sleeping face she picked up her shoes and returned to the other room, where she slipped them on, retrieved her purse, and left.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
GINO woke to an awareness of light, and of being alone in the bed.
His head and shoulders shot up from the pillow, his eyes darting around the room.
‘Jordan?’ he called out. ‘Where are you?’
No answer.
He jumped out of bed and dashed into the en suite bathroom.
Not there.
Not in the sitting room either.
The realisation that she’d gone made him feel sick. Then angry.
She could have waited till the morning—not slunk off like some thief in the night.
He was striding through the bedroom on his way to the toilet when he spotted the folded piece of paper leaning against the lamp base.
Hurrying over, he snatched it up and opened it.
Dear Gino,
I decided to leave this way as I didn’t want one of those morning-after scenes. Tonight was great, but there is no future for us. We’re just ships passing in the night, just as we were ten years ago. Please do not come after me. You will be wasting your time. I have plans for my future and they do not include you. Go home to Melbourne and marry that Italian girlfriend of yours. She is Italian, isn’t she? Of course she is.
Ciao. Jordan.
Gino slumped down on the side of the bed.
Shattered did not begin to describe his feelings. Though it was a good start.
He’d made a big mistake not telling Jordan the truth last night. Hell, he could have at least confessed that he’d broken up with Claudia.
But of course his emotions had been very mixed up last night. So had his intentions. From the moment he’d arrived at that dinner he’d lurched from one train of thought to another.
But his head was clear now. Jordan’s leaving him like this had cleared it in a hurry.
He scanned the note again, trying to read between the lines, trying to find some shred of hope that he still had a chance with her.
He couldn’t really find any.
Her saying they had no future together reminded him of his deathbed promise to his father. Clearly Jordan wanted marriage, and he simply could not offer her that.
Nothing in that note made him feel good. Nothing except for the bit about his Italian girlfriend. That part sounded somewhat jealous.
Why be jealous if she didn’t care?
Gino’s heat skipped a beat, but he did not dare to hope too much.
Still, it was all he needed to spark some action. He could not go to back to Melbourne until he’d explored every avenue. If there was the slightest chance Jordan still cared for him, he was going to grab it.
He didn’t know the time, but it had to be quite late in the morning, judging by his extremely bristly chin.
Time to get himself showered, shaved, dressed, and on Jordan’s front doorstep.
By mid-morning Jordan was totally sick of herself. She’d been crying on and off since arriving home at some ungodly hour in the morning.
She hadn’t slept. Hadn’t eaten.
Perhaps if she rang Chad and got that dreadful job over and done with she might feel better.
It was about lunchtime in New York—not the middle of the night or anything.
Feeling simply appalling, Jordan steeled herself for one of the worst phone calls of her life.
When Chad didn’t answer straight away, her first emotion was relief. When a woman answered, any relief was swiftly replaced by irritation.
‘Can I help you?’ the woman said, in a sing-song fashion.
‘Could I speak to Chad, please?’ Jordan said through gritted teeth.
‘Chad, darling. It’s for you.’
Chad darling finally came on the line.
‘Hi there,’ he said.
‘Chad. It’s Jordan.’
‘Jordan…’
‘Yes, your fiancée,’ she bit out. ‘Remember me?’
‘Ahh.’
‘What does that mean?’
‘I was going to call you,’ he said, in the most guilt-laden voice Jordan had ever heard. And she’d heard quite a few during her lawyering years.
‘Who was that woman?’ she snapped.
‘That was Caroline.’
‘Am I supposed to know who Caroline is?’
‘I was engaged to her once. Before I came to Australia. We…we had this fight, you see, and I thought…Well, I thought she didn’t love me any more…’
‘But she does?’
‘Yes.’
‘And you still love her?’
‘Yes, I do. I’m sorry, Jordan.’
Jordan didn’t know what to say.
‘Look,’ Chad went on, ‘even before Caroline and I got together again I’d begun to suspect that my proposing to you was a mistake. I mean, men like me…basically, we want a woman who makes being a wife and mother their career. You’re a great girl, Jordan. And I really enjoyed our time together. But the truth is you’re not what I want in a wife.’
Not what he wanted in a wife.
‘You want an American wife?’ she said, her voice as deflated as her spirit.
‘Yes. That’s the bottom line. I want an American wife.’
Like Gino wanted an Italian wife.
‘I’m sorry, Jordan,’ he added.
Jordan didn’t want his apologies. She wanted nothing further to do with him. Ever, ever again.
‘About the ring…’ he continued.
‘What about it?’
‘I…er…would you mind sending it to me via international courier as soon as possible? Caroline and I are having an engagement party next weekend.’
Jordan blinked, then shook her head. Why was it that the actions of men would never truly cease to amaze her? ‘Sure thing. No trouble. I’ll do it first thing tomorrow morning.’
‘You’re upset with me.’
Gee, how intuitive of you!
‘Actually, I’m not, Chad. I’m relieved.’
‘Relieved?’
‘Yeah. When and if I marry, it will be to a man who really loves me. Bye, Chad.’
She hung up before he could say another single word. Then she sank down onto a nearby chair and wept inconsolably. Not for Chad. But for the fact that no man had ever really loved her or wanted her to be his wife.
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