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beautiful head gardener in the history of horticulture! he announced.
Meg threw her hands up to her face, trying to cover her embarrassment. The crowd
cooed its approval, and Gianni reached out to her. Meg looked at him with shining eyes.
All he did was pat her shoulder in a parting gesture.
There I said you could cope with anything! he said with a wink as his adoring
crowd absorbed him again.
Gianni Meg began, but it was hopeless. He had moved on. Guests began
reclaiming the dance floor. Soon she was enveloped by a tide of couples. They all smiled
and nodded knowingly at her, as though she were a marked woman from that moment on.
As the band played on Meg forced herself to walk steadily away from the dance floor,
head held high. Gianni might have taken her to paradise, but she could not afford to have
her head in the clouds. No good ever came of mixing work with pleasure. As a student her
studies had faltered when she had allowed Gavin to distract her. She was not going to
make the same mistake again. She couldn t afford to in any sense of the word. This
was the best job anyone in her position could wish for. And it has the best employer too,
she thought wistfully, before she could think of a more politically correct reason. I can t
afford to mess up this one chance of making a success in a job that really matters to
me.
The rest of Meg s evening passed in an agony of suspense. Simmering with the promise
Gianni had shown her, she was petrified the guests might notice something. She felt
feverish. Catching sight of a reflection in one of the huge antique mirrors set around the
summer dining hall, it was a few seconds before she recognised herself. She was used
to seeing a dowdy little country mouse peering back at her. Tonight she saw quite a
different creature. Her new dress and high heels made her look tall and sleek, but they
were only window dressing. Meg had blossomed to complement their designer chic. Her
eyes were large and luminous, her cheeks flushed and her hair coiled around her
shoulders with a life of its own.
Gianni looked as though he didn t have a care in the world. Cool and composed, he
was totally absorbed by his guests. None of them was in any hurry to leave such a brilliant
gathering, and he showed no signs of evicting them. Brought to fever pitch and now
abandoned, Meg grew increasingly restless. Finally, she couldn t stand it any longer. If he
was so busy with his guests, he obviously wasn t that bothered about her. In a flurry of
indignation she set off towards the door. She had taken no more than three determined
steps when Gianni appeared from nowhere and put a hand on her arm.
And where do you think you re going, mio tesoro?
His dark brows were raised. No answer was needed. The touch of his fingers on her
sleeve was light, but inescapable. None of my staff leaves before I dismiss them
personally. Your time has not yet come, Megan. You are going to show me around your
famous greenhouses, remember?
She hesitated, not knowing what to think. How could he talk about work when he
must know how her mind, body and soul ached for his touch?
If you insist, she said, but any attempt at dignity was completely foiled by what
Gianni did next. His fingers closed on her. Then he slid his hand down her arm until he
could grip her hand. He held it for half a heartbeat. In those blissful seconds she was
touched by unmistakeable promise, and then released. This was going to be no ordinary
meeting between employer and employee.
Gianni took his time in saying goodnight to his guests. He knew he could afford to. Megan
Imsey was so hot for him. He wanted to savour the sweet anticipation of her supple little
body for as long as possible. As the crowds thinned he began dismissing his staff. Finally,
when the night shift moved in to clear away the remains of the dinner, Gianni strolled over
to one of the refreshment tables. There he poured two espressos. Meg had been
shadowing him closer by the minute. Turning, he held one cup of coffee out to her. The
look on her face told him all he wanted to know. Sleeping with her was simply a matter of
time. It was entirely up to him when, where and how. That feeling of power was
unbeatable. His body hardened with delight, and he smiled. Megan was a smart girl. He
had absolutely no doubt she would agree to his terms. He foresaw no trouble at all. Hadn t
she told him on her first day that she was only interested in getting paid? That direct
approach deserved respect, of a sort. Gianni knew exactly where he stood with women
like that. His mother had been a good teacher in that way.
Meg would be all over him from the moment he made his move. Women always
were, but the divine Miss Imsey represented something a little different. He watched her
concentrating on her tiny cup of coffee. If he hadn t been so practised in the art of
seduction he would have thought she was shy. Instead, he identified only the sly upward
glances of an experienced seductress, and sighed. Women never gave him a moment s
peace. The only respite he d ever had in the presence of a beautiful woman was Meg s
excitement when she talked about those blasted greenhouses. She was as bad as his
father had been in that respect. Gianni felt many emotions when thinking about his late
father, but pity was the only one he could put into words. He had spent too much time
trying to avoid his father s fate to feel anything more. He played the field, determined
never to risk falling in love with a woman. Love had driven the old count to live the life of a
virtual recluse for nearly thirty years. No way was Gianni going to allow himself to be
bewitched like that.
He reached out and pulled an alpine strawberry from one of the floral decorations
lined along the refreshment table. A tiny bud hung against the rosy cheek of the ripe fruit.
Its stem was as fine as embroidery thread. Scrutinising it with the air of an expert, he saw
a perfect flower in miniature, severed from its parent too early. It would never get the
chance to flourish and fulfil its promise now. He held it out to Meg.
She shook her head. There weren t many ripe fruits available you have it.
No. I ve had my fill of perfection. This strawberry may taste as good as it looks, but
that isn t always the way, he said at last, thinking back over his life. It s yours.
He raised the berry to Meg s lips. Obediently, she bit into it. The effect was magical.
It was softly, sweetly, fragrant, and everything a strawberry should be. She sighed.
I can t believe anything could be better than that.
Gianni felt seduction warming his smile. Unwilling to betray everything that was going
through his mind, he soon put a stop to it.
Oh, no? But I have a second treat in store for you, cara. Don t say you ve forgotten?
Everything about his voice told her he was no longer talking about fruit. In a visible
agony of anticipation, Meg waited. Gianni began to stroll away, throwing her a few words
over his shoulder.
Come on, Eve. Let s go and find your Garden of Eden.
The gardens around the Villa Castelfino were a magical place at night. Lanterns fuelled
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