"Yes. Seems nice." He uncapped a bottle of San Pellegrino and poured her a glass. "Young."
"I think she's my age."
Dominic blew out a short breath. Shook his head. "Why would any man want to marry a woman less than half his age?"
"Are you kidding? I thought all men wanted that. Besides, maybe I'm actually fifty, with really great skin."
He chuckled. "Nah. If you were fifty you'd be tougher."
"I am tough!"
He swallowed a draught of the sparkling water. "Yes. You kind of are. I like that."
His smiling friend appeared with two steaming plates of lasagna.
"As good as Mama's?" she asked, once he'd gone back inside.
Dominic leaned toward her. "Not quite, but don't tell Alfie that. He might cry. You know how emotional we Italians get."
"Yeah. Right." Dominic Hardcastle was as emotional as his father's gunmetal Porsche Turbo.
She dug her fork into the thick-layered pasta.
Fast cars, fast women and a fast buck. That's all this type of man cared about. She didn't feel bad about going behind Tarrant's back at all. If she had to play his son's little games, she could do that too.
She knew what was truly important.
Spicy fresh tomato, aromatic ground beef, and basil exploded over her tongue. The pasta was cooked to perfection and the vegetables still crispy. "Mmm. Not bad."
He shot her a long-lashed sideways glance that almost made her lick her lips. But not quite.
A big drop splashed on her nose. She looked up, and another caught her in the eye.
"It's raining."
Everyone grabbed their plates and glasses. Bodies crowded into the tiny storefront, which had only standing room at a counter.
Dominic hadn't budged. Black dots of rain marred the smooth gray wool of his suit. "The apartment I'm leasing is in the building next door." He gestured toward a brick building with a nod of his head. "We'll go up."
Will we, indeed? She opened her mouth to protest, but a thunderclap bruised her eardrums and rattled windows in nearby buildings. A flash of lightning floodlit the darkening sky. She shivered.
"Bring the water," he commanded, as he seized both their plates and marched away.
She picked up the bottle and glasses from the bench. Shook her head, which was getting wet, and followed.
He held both plates deftly in one large hand while he opened a plain metal door with a key. He motioned for her to go first.
She dove through the door out of the rain. "Phew. I wasn't in the mood to get drenched." Goose bumps rose on her skin. From the cool raindrops, of course. Not from anticipation of what might happen next.
"I think that dress would look good drenched."
"It might shrink."
"Yes." A gleam lit his eyes like the eerie lightning outside.
"You are evil."
"Shame you're all alone in a strange building with me." He led the way up the stairs. "I hope the power doesn't go out."
Why could she envisage those dimples so clearly when she was behind him?
Bella paused and shook her head, then she followed. She felt safe with him, which was totally ridiculous. She usually had good instincts about people, and she had no reason whatsoever to trust Dominic Hardcastle. He had her between a rock and a hard …
Whatever.
They walked past the row of metal mailboxes not unlike those that ornament the hallway of every walkup in Manhattan. They crossed the old black-and-white tile floor and mounted the standard-issue scuffed marble steps. Weird that a man so wealthy would stay in an ordinary rundown tenement building.
He unlocked a battered door on the second floor and ushered her in.
"Whoa." Inside, the space contradicted every expectation. They stood on a landing with only a minimalist railing where the floor dropped away in front of them to reveal three open stories of space.
A skylight in the roof flooded the tall interior with the spooky half light of the thunderstorm.
"Let's go up." Dominic led the way up a half-spiral staircase rising toward the skylight. She gripped the glasses and bottles, trying not the think about vertigo.
They arrived on a wide platform. White ultramodern furniture gathered around a sort of indoor fire pit.
"The ultimate bachelor pad."
"Yeah. And since my pal who owns it now has a three-year-old and an eighteen-month-old, it's available pretty much whenever I want it."
"Definitely doesn't seem like a good space for kids."
"Not unless they're wearing rappelling equipment. But he designed it himself and he can't bear to part with it. I think it's kind of weird to take a perfectly good building and scoop it out like a tub of ice cream."
He put their plates down on a low table near the fire pit and settled into a wide, white chair. He shrugged out of his jacket.
Rolled his sleeves over thick forearms. He glanced at her. "Go on, eat."
"Stop telling me what to do."
"It pains me to see good food grow cold. I guess because food is my business." He tilted his head and fixed those dark wicked eyes on her. "Pretty please."
She scowled at him, trying not to smile. Picked up her plate. "How did you get into selling food?"
"I like to feed people. It's that nurturing thing."
Yeah, right. She peered at him. "I guess food never goes out of style."
"Nope, and it hurts my soul that processed junk is cheaper and easier to buy than real food. I'm working to change that."
"And make a profit."
"Sure, or I wouldn't be in business." He took a bite of lasagna. "My goal is nothing less than world domination." His relaxed expression suggested he almost took it for granted.
"Like father, like son." She eyed him cautiously.
"We do seem to have a lot in common." He put down his fork. "Including a taste for beautiful and difficult women."
Dominic loosened his collar with a finger. Bella's wary gaze drove him crazy. She was only here because she was afraid he'd spill her secret. She was trying to play him.
That should make him mad.
This girl thought she could swindle Tarrant Hardcastle out of research he'd paid for and distract her enemy's son with a few fluttering eyelashes?
He should teach her a lesson for making that kind of mistake.
He'd already warned her off. Told her she was looking for trouble and likely to find it. But she didn't back down, or even pretend to.
She stared at him again through those gold-tipped dark lashes. Her gray eyes so calm, cool. A perfect industrial spy-except that she didn't seem able to tell a lie.
What other secrets was she hiding, that she might spill if he just asked the right question?
A crash of thunder shook the old building, and a blast of lightning brightened the open space of the apartment. Dominic put down his plate. He'd lost his appetite for food.
She'd refused his kiss, but her lips had swollen and trembled under the pad of his thumb. He suspected he could stimulate a similar reaction in the rest of her body.
He did love a challenge. The prospect of licking her skin-aroused, hot and salty with exertion-made his mouth water.
"Would you like some wine? My friend has a good cellar left over from his partying days."
"I don't drink during the day."
"Very sensible." He took her plate from her lap and put it on the table. She hadn't taken a single bite since they came here.
He had an irrational urge to throw Miss Cool and Controlled a curveball. "Have you ever been in love?"
She blinked. "No. Have you?"
Her answer surprised him. It ended the line of questioning he'd anticipated, and his own question, thrown back at him, caught him by surprise.
"Sure."
Bella smoothed the skirt of her dress "Did she make you so suspicious of women? I bet she broke your heart."
"I'm not suspicious of women. Half my employees are women."
"Perhaps you snoop around trying to figure out what they're up to as well."
"I don't. Something about you raised a red flag."
She pursed her lips. That irresistible cupid's bow crimped into two sharp points. "Maybe I remind you of the woman you used to love?"
"No." He shifted in his chair. "You're nothing like her."
She leaned forward. A slight frown marred her perfect skin. "Why else would you pay attention to a nondescript chemist when you're in a twenty-story building packed with the world's most beautiful women? Was she a scientist too?"
Irritation prickled under his skin. "She's a doctor now."
The hint of a smile played about her lovely mouth.
"Hey, I haven't seen her in years. I barely remember her." He undid another button at the neck of his shirt. The AC wasn't turned up enough.