Modern Romance March 2021 Book 5-8 Carol Marinelli (ebook reader computer txt) 📖

ground, and they usually made big decisions together. Their latest had been to pry Bea from slow suffocation at a law firm to work for them. Bea might have specific legal concerns about a campaign of this nature.

“I don’t want your colleagues,” Luca said. “The fewer people who know what I’m asking, the better. I want you.”

His words and the intensity of his blue eyes were charging into her like a shock of electricity, leaving her trying to catch her breath without revealing he’d knocked it out of her.

“I don’t understand.” It was common knowledge that the new king of Vallia was nothing like the previous one. Luca’s father had been... Well, he’d been dubbed “the Kinky King” by the tabloids, so that said it all.

Amy’s distant assumption when she had recognized Luca was that she would be tasked with finessing some remnant of Luca’s father’s libidinous reputation. Or perhaps shore up the cracks in the new king’s image since there were rumors he was struggling under the weight of his new position.

Even so... “To the best of my knowledge, your image is spotless. Why would you want a scandal?”

“Have I hired you?” Luca demanded, pointing at the slip of paper. “Am I fully protected under client confidentiality agreements?”

She opened her mouth, struggling to articulate a response as her mind leaped to her five-year plan. If she accepted this assignment, she could reject the trust fund that was supposed to come to her when she turned thirty in eighteen months. Childish, perhaps, but her parents had very ruthlessly withheld it twice in the past. Having learned so harshly that she must rely only on herself, Amy would love to tell them she had no use for the remnants of the family fortune they constantly held out like a carrot on a stick.

Bea and Clare would love a similar guarantee of security. They all wanted London Connection to thrive so they could help people. They most definitely didn’t want to tear people down the way some of their competitors did. Amy had no doubt Bea and Clare would have the same reservations she did with Luca’s request, but something told her this wasn’t a playboy’s silly whim. He looked far too grim and resolute.

Coiled through all of this contemplation was an infernal curiosity. Luca intrigued her. If he became a client... Well, if he became a client, he was absolutely forbidden! There was a strange comfort in that. Rules were rules, and Amy would hide behind them if she had to.

“I’ll have to tell my partners something,” she warned, her gaze landing again on the exorbitant sum he was offering.

“Say you’re raising the profile of my charity foundation. It’s a legitimate organization that funds mental health programs. We have a gala in a week. I’ve already used it as an excuse when I asked my staff to arrange this meeting.”

“Goodness, if you’re that adept at lying, why do you need me?”

Still no glint of amusement.

“It’s not a lie. The woman who has been running it since my mother’s time fell and broke her hip. The entire organization needs new blood and a boost into this century. You’ll meet with the team, double-check the final arrangements and suggest new fundraising programs. The full scope of work I’m asking of you will remain confidential, between the two of us.”

His offer was an obscene amount for a few press releases, but Amy could come up with a better explanation for her friends later. Right now, the decision was hers alone as to whether to take the job, and there was no way she could turn down this kind of money.

She licked her dry lips and nodded.

“Very well. If you wish to hire me to promote your charity and fabricate a scandal, I would be happy to be of assistance.” She stood to offer her hand for a shake.

His warm, strong hand closed over hers in a firm clasp and gave it a strong pump. The satisfaction that flared in his expression made all sorts of things in her shiver. He was so gorgeous and perfect and unscathed. Regal.

“Now tell me why on earth you would ask me to ruin you,” she asked, trying to keep her voice even.

“It’s the only way I can give the crown to my sister.”

CHAPTER TWO

LUCA RELEASED HER hand with a disturbing sense of reluctance. He quickly dismissed the sexual awareness dancing in his periphery. Amy Miller had a scent of biscotti about her, almonds and anise. It was going to be incredibly distracting to sit with her on the plane, but she was now an employee and he finally had a foot on a path that would allow his sister to take the throne. His entire body twitched to finish the task.

“Eccellente,” he said in his country’s Italian dialect. “Let’s go.”

“Go?” Amy fell back a half step and blinked her sea green eyes. “Where?”

“I’m needed in Vallia. We’ll continue this conversation on our way.”

He glimpsed a flash of panic in her expression, but she quickly smoothed it to show only professional calm.

“I have to take your details first. Prepare and sign the contract. Research—”

Impatience prickled his nape. “I want a secure location before we discuss this further.”

“My office is secure. We don’t have to go to Vallia.” She made it sound like his home was on another planet.

“It’s only three hours. My jet is waiting.”

Amy’s pretty, glossed mouth opened, but nothing came out.

Luca had had his doubts when she had first come onto his radar. He didn’t trust anyone who seemed to enjoy being the life of the party, and her job involved nonstop networking with spoiled, infamous attention-seekers. Her online presence was filled with celebrity selfies, club events and influencer-styled posts. It all skated too close for comfort to the superficial amusements his father had pursued with such fervor.

Along with awards and praise from her colleagues, however, she came highly recommended when he’d made a few discreet inquiries. In person, she seemed levelheaded and knowledgeable—if aware of