Innocent in the Italian's Possession(4)

"Forgive my lack of manners," she said.

He toyed with a pen, and she had the distinct feeling he thoroughly  enjoyed baiting his adversaries, especially her. God knew they were on  opposite sides.

She was Cesare's personal secretary and loved her job and her boss. He  was estranged from his father and had made no attempt to bridge the  breach. Until now, when his papa was incapacitated.

That bald fact instantly put her on the wrong side of Stefano. Was he here to help his papa, or did he have a personal agenda?

"You are a fierce champion of my father," he said.

"I am simply doing my job."

"You are doing far more than that."

She didn't delude herself into thinking he was handing out a compliment.  She simply clung to the hope that he'd decide to hire a temporary  secretary and release her to go about Cesare's business uninterrupted.

"You should know that I'm aware of why you refused to work for your father."

"And that reason would be?"

She lifted her chin, refusing to be cowed. "Your rivalry with your brother and your refusal to take orders from him."

He stared at her for one long, uncomfortable moment. "Did my papa tell you that?"

"Most of it," she said. "The rest I heard shortly after I came to work here."

"Gossip. Let me tell you the truth." He slammed across the office, fists  clutched at his sides. "My brother's wife drove me from here."

This was getting far too personal for her liking. "Really, you don't have to explain your differences-"

"Before she married my brother, she was my lover. I thought myself in  love with her, so I brought her home to meet my parents." He faced her,  and the anger on his face was a terrible thing to witness. "She decided  my brother was the better catch as he was the heir to the company.  Davide had no compunction about sleeping with her behind my back."                       
       
           



       

No wonder he demanded loyalty and honesty from his employees. "That's  why you left Marinetti Shipyard. You couldn't stand to work with your  brother and be around her."

"That was the deciding reason for me to leave. There were other clashes  over designs and management." His gaze met hers, and the cold finality  reflected in their depths made her shiver. "Are you satisfied now?"

Shocked was more like it. "I'm sorry you were betrayed by your brother and lover."

"I don't want your pity, Miss Cardone."

He stared at her a long, uncomfortable moment, the intensity in his eyes  searing through her as if branding her. Or perhaps burning her at the  stake for dredging up such painful memories.

"May I go now?" she asked.

His chin dipped. "See to this list that you're determined to complete."

She turned and hurried to the door, a heartbeat away from escaping him  when the deep velvet rumble of his voice ribboned around her and brought  her up short.

"Bring me the portfolio when you're done," he said. "I wish to review it before handing it over to my accountant."

It wasn't so much his words as it was the assurance in his voice that  filled her with dread. She turned to face him, only to find him staring  at her as if he could swallow her up whole and enjoy every second.

She hiked her chin up, annoyed that she couldn't stop him from getting  to her, that he could make her tremble with anger and an emotion she  barely understood. He was certainly bringing out the worst in her!

"Why should your accountant review Cesare's files when we have one  employed who can do the same?" she asked, holding back the burning  question of why he needed to see the list in the first place. In her  heart she knew it couldn't be a good reason.

"Simple, Gemma. I am the CEO and owner of Canto Di Mare."

It took a moment to process that news. When it did, her thoughts tossed between outrage and awe.

"You are the new stockholder of Marinetti?"

He dipped his arrogant head in answer. "Now if you will excuse me, I  have work to do. I expect those files before you leave for the day."

She took that curt dismissal as a godsend and slipped from the room. But peace eluded her.

Stefano wasn't doing his father a favor by stepping into his shoes now.  He had a vested interest in the shipyard. She trembled with annoyance  and fear of what this arrogant, domineering and ruthless man intended to  do.

Worry stacked on her narrow shoulders like a child's wooden blocks,  weighing her down, each new burden threatening to send the whole  toppling around her. The company. Cesare. His love child.

She could certainly imagine Stefano meting out vengeance with great  relish. Is that why Cesare had warned her to keep his secret close to  her heart? Was he afraid of what his son would do if he learned the  truth?

Gemma had only one way of knowing those answers, and she simply couldn't  take the risk. A child's future was at stake. If Cesare hadn't made  proper provisions for her …  Well, then Gemma would have to see to the  child's care herself.

She'd have to mind her own errant thoughts as well regarding one  arrogantly handsome Italian who commanded too much of her time and  thoughts.

Stefano had controlling interest in Marinetti. She was at the mercy of a  man who clearly had none to spare. No matter what, she had to stay in  Stefano's good graces, for too much was at stake if she failed.



Stefano Marinetti watched the tempting secretary flounce from the office  and allowed a smile of appreciation. His papa had impeccable taste in  women.

Gemma was more tantalizing than most with her thick, wavy hair that was  kissed with streaks of blond and her naturally fair skin that had  acquired a golden tan. Her wide eyes were the same mysterious blue as  the Aegean Sea. Her mouth was a perfect bow that begged a man to kiss  her.

Yes, she had an Italian surname, but he would bet she had a good deal of  English blood in her. Perhaps she was the daughter of an expatriate  who'd come to Italy to find a rich husband. Instead that woman had  gotten snared by a fisherman.

Not that Gemma's heritage made a damned bit of difference to him.

She was still doing all she could to cushion her life. Too bad the  little piece of fluff had sunk her claws into his papa when the old man  was at his lowest.

He shoved Gemma from his thoughts and rang up the accounting department.  By now every one in Marinetti's employ would know that he'd assumed the  reins of the company.

Now it was time to get down to business.

"Buongiorno, Umberto," Stefano said in greeting as the little man he remembered so well from childhood answered the phone.                       
       
           



       

"Stefano? Buongiorno," the man replied warmly, and Stefano smiled,  certain the older man would have kissed his cheeks had they met in  person. "It is good you are back to manage the company."

"Sì." Though he imagined not everyone at Marinetti would share his relief.

His papa's employees had always been loyal. To a fault? He'd soon find out.

"I am acquainting myself with my father's recent business dealings and I  need your help. Last month, did my father make a substantial withdrawal  of company funds?"

The riffling of papers came over the line. Papers, when the company should be solely using computers!

"Sì, Cesare requested an expenditure." Umberto noted the date.

Stefano set his teeth. It was the same time of month that his father and Gemma set aside for their jaunt to Milan.

"What was the purpose of this advance?"

"It wasn't my place to ask," Umberto said.

Stefano smoothed a thumb and forefinger over his brow, frustrated by the  old-world attitude of his father's employees. The misappropriation of  funds should have thrown up red flags to the man in charge of finances.

Stefano gave a clipped thanks and ended the call.

He'd been able to launch a swift investigation on Friday, but he'd only  been able to discern one damning thing. In the past nine months, his  papa had taken monthly trips to Milan with Gemma Cardone. Each time a  substantial amount of funds were removed from his personal account.

Clearly any money his father gave Gemma was for services rendered in her  role as his mistress. Considering the staggering amount she'd gained,  she must be very good in bed!

That was a thought he didn't wish to dwell on.

Never mind that his body thrummed with sensual energy whenever she was  near. She was a desirable woman and he was a red-blooded Italian who  loved to love women.

That was all there was to it. That's all there would ever be! He  wouldn't dally with his father's leavings, nor would he fall under the  charms of a scheming gold-digger again!

He would make her regret milking his father out of a fortune and causing  his mamma such heartache. He could still hear the pain and fury in her  voice when she'd phoned him just a week before she died.