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She’d had a bad start already thisherself up in her sheets when the alar the side of her cheek on the bedside cabinet She was just hoping it wouldn’t bruise

“Givenot to seem embarrassed She pulled her phone from her pocket and dialed Matteo’s number Please answer She didn’t want to have to walk out of here after presenting a dud card She’d never be able to show her face again, and this place was every interior designer’s dream She couldn’t afford to have a bad rep in here

“Matteo Bianchi” His reply was curt But he couldn’t hide that wonderful Italian accent that sent tingles down to her toes Every tiot about it and spent the first few seconds of their conversation lost in a little fog

Right now she didn’t have ti She cut to the chase “Matteo, the credit card you gave ”

It took a few seconds for a reply She could al at the naive credit cards to? “Phoebe?”

“Of course, Phoebe Who else would it be?”

“Where are you?”

“I’m at a warehouse on the outskirts of New York I need to buy fabrics, leathers—a whole host of things for the house” She lowered her voice as the assistant glared at her, obviously labeling her as a tiiven me a limited amount of time”

“Let me speak to them”

Phoebe sighed and handed over the phone to the assistant, pacing at the side while Matteo obviously had a curt conversation with her

“No, Mr Bianchi Your personal guarantee is not good enough”

Phoebe tried not to sht of Matteo’s response

“You’ll need to speak to your credit card provider”

The assistant rolled her eyes and held the phone a little away froe rolls of fabric and started to study them closely