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CHAPTER ONE
RAFFAELE ORSINI prided hi a man as always in control There was no doubt that his ability to separate eic was one reason he’d come this far in life
Rafe could look at a relatively nondescript investment bank or financial corporation and see not what it was but what it could be, given tiuidance he and his brothers could provide They had created Orsini Brothers only five years ago but they were already an incredible success in the high-stakes world of international finance
They’d always been incredibly successful with beautiful women
The brothers shared the dark good looks of their mother and the rapier-sharp intellect of their father, who’d both irated to the States from Sicily decades before Unlike their old man, they’d put their talents into lawful pursuits, but there was a dangerous edge to thee in bedrooms as well as boardrooms
It had done so today, when Rafe had outbid a Saudi prince for the purchase of a venerable French bank the Orsinis had wanted for a very long time He, Dante, Falco and Nicolo had celebrated with drinks a couple of hours ago
A perfect day, on its way to beco…
Until now
Rafe stepped fro—his forht coldly—declined the doored in a deep breath of cool autumn air He needed to calm down Maybe the walk from Sutton Place to his Fifth Avenue penthouse would do it
What was it o at the start of an affair even when they damned well didn’t mean it?
“I arid had said in that sexy Gerone to bed “You need to know that, Rafe I a down, so if you are—”
Hihed and rolled her beneath hi love to her again Gorgeous Sexy
Independent…
Yeah Right
His cell phone rang He yanked it frolared at the nu back into his jacket It was Dante The last thing he wanted was to talk to one of his brothers The i the door Ingrid, not wearing so slinky and sophisticated for their dinner reservations at Per Se but wearing, instead…What? An apron? Not the serviceable kind histhat was all ruffles and lace and ribbons
Ingrid, s not of Chanel but of roast chicken
“Surprise,” she’d trilled “I’ht!”
She was? But she had no dohed about it
Not tonight Tonight she’d walked her fingers up his chest and whispered, “I’ll bet you didn’t know I could cook, liebling”
Except for the liebling, it was a line he’d heard before It made his blood run cold