An Invitation to Sin(9)

That drew a frown from him. ‘Why would you be fired?'

‘Because the director refused to work with someone with my reputation.'

He looked bemused. ‘That's crazy. So you like sex and you're not afraid to show it. What's wrong with that?'

Her cheeks burned. ‘What's wrong is that I want the focus to be on my  skills as an actress, not on my ability to make a fool of myself with a  man.'

She'd done that before and she'd lived with the mistake ever since.

He'd left another message on her phone but this time she hadn't even opened it.

It was a relief to be in Sicily, far from California.

Far from him.

Luca was watching her curiously. ‘So you are afraid to show it. You  really need to get over that. Who you choose to kiss in your own time is  no one's business but your own.'

She felt like telling him it wasn't that simple. That a kiss could be  used and used again. ‘I didn't choose to kiss you. You grabbed me.'

‘I don't remember you struggling.' He was maddeningly cool. ‘It takes two people to make a kiss look like that, tesoro.'

‘I never would have started it.'

‘But you finished it.' His voice was low and threaded through with a  sensuality she found off-the-scale disturbing. ‘Don't be too hard on  yourself. It was an understandable slip.'

‘You're so full of-'

‘Now, now, Miss Carmichael-' he placed his fingers over her lips ‘-you  don't want to give the press another quote, do you? I'm sure they have a  lens trained at this office even as you shriek.'

‘You're finding this funny. I don't even know why you did it-why did You do it? Why the hell did you kiss me?'

He gave a careless shrug. ‘You were there.'

‘That's all it takes for you to kiss a woman? She just has to be there?'

‘Unlike you, I don't try and deny my true nature.'

‘Nice to know you're discriminating.'

‘Have you played Katerina?' One dark eyebrow lifted. ‘Taming of the  Shrew? Because you'd be a natural. Do I need to remind you that you  kissed me back?'

‘I was stressed out. I hadn't eaten for two days.'

He smiled. ‘So that was why you were so hungry for me.'

‘Don't flatter yourself.'

‘Why not? A moment ago you were telling the world you intend to spend the rest of your life with me.'

‘I didn't know what else to say.' Taylor paced over to the window of his  office, her heels tapping on the floor. ‘I don't need all the adverse  publicity right now. It was a spur of the moment thing. I didn't even  think people would believe me, but they did. Apparently people are  captivated by the thought of us together.'

‘Of course they are. I'm the man who has publicly said on numerous  occasions that he never intends to settle down and you're the wild child  with a bad attitude. It's a match made in hell. How can the public not  be fascinated? If you'd kept quiet the story would have died by  tomorrow. As it is, you've ensured it's kept alive.'

‘Stories don't die.' The words tumbled out of her mouth along with years  of anxiety and pressure. ‘They never die. Sometimes they lie dormant  and that's even worse because you have no idea when they're going to  explode in your face.'

He stared at her in bemusement. ‘I have no idea what the hell you are talking about.'

Of course he didn't. And she had no intention of enlightening him. ‘This is all your fault.'

‘You kissed me back.'

‘I wasn't talking about that, I was talking about the fact that you  treated that woman badly and she sold her story to the press! If you  were more sensitive, this wouldn't have happened.'

‘You kissed me back.' His voice was dangerously soft and suddenly her mouth was dry and her heart was thundering.

‘Or if you'd just paid her-'

‘You kissed me back.'

‘Yes, all right, I kissed you back!' Her head full of images she didn't  want to see, her voice rose. ‘But I wasn't thinking at the time.'                       
       
           



       

‘I know. You were stripped down to the most basic version of yourself.  The real you. I like that version much better, by the way.'

‘Well, I don't,' Taylor snapped. ‘I've left that version behind.'

‘You might want to look in the maze. I'm sure I had my hands on that version yesterday.'

And that version of her wanted to grab him and haul his mouth back  against hers. That version wanted to rip at his clothes and explore  those parts of his body she hadn't already explored. That version was  burning up with sexual awareness and a need so strong it took her breath  away.

That version was driving her mad and had to be buried.

Just to be sure she couldn't be tempted to follow her instincts, she  kept her hands locked behind her back. ‘This is a joke to you, isn't  it?'

‘Surprisingly enough, no. There is nothing amusing about marriage or  anything that goes with it.' The phone on his desk rang and then  immediately stopped as his PA intercepted it from her office. ‘That is  about the seventieth call I've had from journalists on my private line  since you so kindly announced our engagement a few hours ago. It's not  working out for me. It's time we broke it off.'

‘No!' Anger turned to desperation. Trying to ignore the chemistry,  Taylor lifted her fingers to her temple and forced herself to breathe.  ‘Please. You have no idea how badly I want this job.'

His gaze was cool and unsympathetic. ‘Buy cheaper shoes or, better still, wear one of the thousands of pairs you already own.'

She lowered her hand slowly. ‘You think this is about shoes? About money?'

‘What is it about then?'

It was about acting, but it didn't occur to anyone that she loved her  job. They thought it was all about the publicity and that was her  mother's fault. She'd made a name for herself as the pushiest parent in  Hollywood and Taylor's reputation had suffered as a result.

Not just her reputation.

Her decision making.

‘I want to be taken seriously as an actress, that's all you need to  know.' She'd learned the hard way to guard the private side of her life  and she did it with the tenacity of a warrior. ‘I need this job to go  well.'

‘And for that I'm expected to marry you?'

‘No, not marry me. But I thought maybe we could keep the whole engagement pretence up, just until filming is finished.'

‘You thought wrong. So far we've been engaged for about ten minutes and that's ten minutes too long as far as I'm concerned.'

The thought of having to walk out there and admit that she'd fabricated  the engagement pushed her close to the edge of panic. ‘You travel a  lot,' she said desperately, ‘we wouldn't need to see each other much.  Just the odd photograph of us looking happy together would do it.'

‘It wouldn't do it for me. I have no desire to tie myself to one woman,  fictitious or not. It would cramp my style.' He glanced at the expensive  watch on his wrist. ‘I'm late to a board meeting. When I come out of  that meeting I'll be behaving like a single guy so unless you want the  next headlines to say I'm cheating on you, I suggest you break the news  to them fast.'

‘I just told them we were engaged.'

‘Your problem, not mine. Tell them you came to my office and found me  with another woman. Tell them anything you like-unlike you I have no  problem having the real me presented to the world. But by the time I  come out of my meeting I want calls asking me for a comment on how I  feel about being dumped and if that doesn't happen then I'll be making a  statement about dumping you. Your choice, dolcezza.'

With that he strode out of the room and left her standing there.

Women.

Unsettled by the depth of the chemistry and even more upset by  overexposure to the word engaged, Luca strode towards the boardroom like  a man trying to escape the hangman's noose.

He genuinely couldn't understand why anyone would choose to get married.  The thought of committing to one woman for the rest of his life made  him break out in a rash. Where was the pleasure in tying yourself to one  woman? He could cope with female insecurity for the duration of a photo  shoot, or even a single night of passion-providing it wasn't the whole  night-but the thought of a lifetime of ego stroking made him contemplate  entering a monastery. Or maybe not a monastery, he mused as he was  momentarily distracted by the chairman's pretty executive assistant, but  certainly a place where marriage was banned.

She blushed prettily. ‘The board is waiting for you, Luca.'                       
       
           



       

Boring old fossils, Luca thought, suppressing a yawn. They needed  blasting into the twenty-first century and he was perfectly happy to be  the one to do it if only they'd let him but there was no chance of that.