Chapter 6
Gianni had to go out of town for a few weeks. The evening at the party with Leah was burned in his memory. Seeing her at the show had inspired him to take the next step in getting to know her. But he had to be cautious.
It was to his advantage not to give her any hint about what was in his mind. It still seemed remote that she could be the woman he sought. But he did find her intriguing.
Possibly, it was the chase that he found exciting. Pursuing her and solving the mystery got his blood pumping. His intention was to take it slow, and feel his way.
Control was the fiber of his existence, and Gianni didn’t intend to let his curiosity make him act foolishly. He’d brought the journal with him so he could read it during his time away. Maybe he could clear his head, and forgo the need to find the woman who had written it.
But he knew that wasn’t to be. Already his thoughts were full of possibilities. Although Leah seemed an unlikely match for the passionate woman he hoped to connect with, something about her aroused him.
It could be the idea that she was capable of writing the steamy prose Gianni had become hooked on reading. Yet it seemed to be more. Watching her from across the catwalk in the darkened conference room had electrified him.
Desire had stirred, leaving him hard beneath his dress slacks. With all the women that had floated around him beforehand, it would be easy enough to satisfy his urge. But he didn’t want any one of them. Not then. He wanted Leah.
Gianni wanted to see what was underneath her humble exterior. He craved knowing if he could arouse the passion he hoped to find. If only she were the author of the journal, it would make it less difficult. It would take time to know for sure.
The image of Leah in her clingy sheath with her hair in voluminous curls, her makeup dramatic, stirred him once again. She had been uncomfortable made up to be someone she was not. And she was awkward in the high-profile social setting.
Yet when he’d pressed her against the wall, her reaction had caught him off guard. Even with all her timidity, Leah seemed to roar to life under his touch. The way her breasts had moved with her rapid breathing, the way her eyes had glistened, her lips parted, had him bordering on losing restraint.
He had wanted to keep her in that hallway and undress her slowly. Gianni had wanted to see her naked body without the adornment, and to feel her give way to his wishes. What he wanted to do with her would likely shock her.
But she seemed determined not to show weakness. And it wasn’t weakness he wanted. Gianni wanted to watch her react to sensations that he was sure she hadn’t experienced before, but that he could give her. He wanted her on her knees before him, doing his bidding.
And he wanted to watch her lovely brown eyes when the emotions carried her away. He wanted her vulnerable, and his to command. Because he saw her as the writer of the intimate desires he read without permission? Or was it something about Leah, and that she held an attraction for him that he wouldn’t soon put aside?
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