Free The Italian Billionaire's Disgraced Fiancée by Betsy Swann Page B

Izzy’s voice behind the door before it swung open. ‘I was just about to go to bed. I had a challenging day at work today, so…oh!’
    She looked beautiful in her cream silk pyjamas and sexy as hell. Instantly Enzo felt himself harden as if he’d never seen a woman in silk pyjamas before, but bloody hell, she was hot. And she had been expecting Nick Hetherington!
    A fierce stab of jealousy pierced though him. ‘I’m sorry to disturb your evening,’ he bit out. ‘You seem to be expecting someone else, but we have a change of plan tomorrow, and I need to discuss it with you.’
    Her eyes narrowed. ‘What if I don’t want to talk about this now? It’s late and you can’t possibly think I’m happy to work 24/7.’
    ‘Nobody likes to work 24/7,’ Enzo admitted, ‘but this is some kind of emergency, so please hear me out. It won’t take more than a few minutes.’
    She looked at him, her periwinkle-blue eyes wary. ‘Okay then, I’ll give you five minutes. Would you like to come in?’
    ‘Yes, please.’
    He followed her into a vast living space with vaulted ceiling and exposed beams. It was beautiful and airy, the perfect mixture of clever architecture and stunning interior design. Enzo stared at it in disbelief. So this was Izzy’s home. Incredible.
    ‘Wait here,’ she said gesturing towards the white sofas. ‘I’ll quickly get changed. I’ll be back in a second.’
    So the sexy silk pyjamas were for the benefit of Nick Hetherington, not for him to enjoy. Damn her. Alone the thought of the man touching her made Enzo’s stomach clench. Carson, Hetherington, his brother…all welcome to slide their hands under the silk of her pyjama top to fondle her breasts and touch the delicate, pointed nipples he had once caressed under a starry sky on the beach. Izzy had seemed so utterly innocent then, so sweet and trusting and just perfect, as if all his dreams had come true, and he had swallowed her lies like the fool in love he’d been. A virgin! How damn stupid could a man be?
    Clenching his fists he stepped out onto the roof terrace. Once more he was shocked by the beauty of the place. The view onto the lit Tower of London and Tower Bridge was absolutely breath taking, and the sleek loungers surrounded by potted trees and a few well-placed fairy lights invited to relax on a warm summer evening. It was an oasis of calm above the roofs of London and totally unaffordable for the likes of Miss Jones from Suffolk. So who the hell paid for this luxury? Carson? Hetherington? Luca?
    Not his brother, he decided. Luca would have told him about this and anyway, Izzy had already given this address when she had applied for the job. Carson was out of the picture by now, Enzo guessed, which left Hetherington. Another red hot wave of jealousy swept over him. Taking a deep breath he held on to the railing and looked down to the river.
    Calm down , he urged himself. Relax. The girl was not worth his emotions. All he needed was putting up with her for another fortnight or so, until Luca had fallen for someone else.
    ‘So you’ve discovered my roof terrace,’ he heard Izzy’s soft voice from behind.
    Enzo turned round.
    He had imagined she’d put on a bath robe to cover her pyjamas, but instead she had changed into jeans and a simple cream blouse. Instantly his fingers itched to touch the soft material and feel the warmth of her skin underneath. Enough . No way, he’d fall under her spell again. His mission was to keep Izzy away from Luca until it was safe enough to let her out of his sight. So what if she was like a drug in his blood? He knew he must spend a night with her to get her out of his system, it was inevitable, but this would be on his own conditions. Not heated by jealousy and certainly not here, in the flat Hetherington was paying for.
    ‘Nice view,’ he said shifting back to business. ‘Shall we go inside to discuss things?’
    She nodded. ‘Okay. Would you like a drink?’
    ‘No thanks.’ He followed her