amazing!” She shook her head. “Uhm…well, I do see one problem with her going there. She doesn’t speak French.”
“So she’ll learn. Now let’s get back to this evening. Why the act? Is this some kind of joke? A bet?”
Alexandra nodded and then shrugged. She stared out at the dance floor. She could still feel Dareios’ hands on her, and she could still smell his scent. How could she explain that she’d wanted to turn the spark between them into a bonfire—if she could. How could she tell him that she’d felt a failure when he’d recognized her. What a mess!
“Alexandra?” he said. His voice had softened. She swallowed hard and looked at him. He relaxed and let his hands fall to his side. “What brought you to Club Senza tonight?”
“The fundraiser. Antonio made a sizable donation.”
“Uh-huh. That’s about half of it. What’s the other half? Antonio donates to a lot of charities and you don’t go rushing off to party with the other donors.”
She fanned her face. “It’s gotten hot in here.”
Dareios kept his eyes fixed on her. “It’s going to get even hotter for you if you don’t come clean about this.”
She stiffened. “I’m not twelve!”
“You could fool me the way you’ve been acting. You used Eva as an excuse to travel to Milan. And then you show up here. Why? Were you looking for trouble? Or just…oh, hell, I don’t even know what.”
Alexandra debated with herself for several minutes. Sighing, she decided to just lay her cards out on the table and see what happened. She bit her lip. It couldn’t get any worse than it already was. “I came here because I knew you would be here.”
Dareios sat back. His mouth dropped open.
Chapter Nine
She wondered if kissing her had been as amazing for him as it had been for her. This attraction between them had been growing—it was going to be even harder to ignore now that she knew what he tasted like.
He shook his head. “So you knew who I was when I rescued you from that cut-rate vampire? You planned this whole thing out?”
“What choice did you give me? Oh, come on, Dareios. You’ve been noticing me and I’ve been noticing you notice me. I wanted—I want to…we need to get this out of our systems.”
Dareios shook his head. “Your brother would kill me.”
“Would he? I’m not a child. Maybe five years ago he would have been protective, but I’m twenty-two. I know what I want.”
“No, you don’t. You’ve only dated a few—”
“I dated a lot of boys at university.”
“Yeah, and I heard about Carl. That jerk was not a great choice. He was out for your money.”
“At least he wanted something from me!”
Dareios shook his head. “What do I do with you now?”
Alexandra rolled her eyes. “You liked that kiss.”
“I liked it when I didn’t know I was kissing someone who is just about my little sister.”
“Oh, come on. I’m not related to you—not even close. And are we going to go on just watching the other person—wanting and never having?” She leaned over the table. She saw his eyes dip to her breasts and she smiled. “You want me. You know you do.”
“What I know is that Antonio is expecting you to find a good boy and settle down.”
“He’s not papa—Antonio is not demanding I start having babies.” She saw the blush on his cheeks and knew he was thinking about the ways to make babies. “You take every girl you meet into your bed, except me. Why? What’s wrong with me?”
“That’s why you wanted to be a different girl?” He touched her mask. “That’s why this and the wig? You thought if I didn’t know who you were I’d—”
“You did kiss me. And you liked it.”
He sat straighter. “I’m not the kind of man you should marry.”
“Who’s talking about marriage?”
“You are!” He waved a hand at her. “And Antonio would be talking weddings if he found out we were—” He cut off the words but waved a hand between them. “So we won’t.”
She