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PROLOGUE

London

ANTONIO ARCURI GESTURED for the petite brunette to slide into the li women he’d only just met into his chauffeur-driven town car, but not when it was business Never when it was business

Yet there had been no other option Hishad run unacceptably late, and now he could neither cancel this last interview for a new PA nor be late for hiswith the other twosyndicate he co-owned

Antonio had been waiting almost a year to see his closest friends Dimitri and Danyl, his brothers in more ways than blood could ever account for So he had been forced tohis hand forced

So far, the brunette—Ms Guilham—had yet even to raise an eyebrow at the so, which boded well The way that she struggled with the ard hehs the moment she sat back on the plush leather seat did not The he bordered on the overly conservative was now a sincerely unwanted distraction

Settling into the seat beside her, Antonio studied Emma Guilham from the corner of his eye She was petite Beautiful, he conceded, then filed and discarded the fact Whether a future PA of his was attractive or not was irrelevant At least she had finally stopped fidgeting with her skirt

The li area of his London office, ehtand into busy central London traffic He cursed silently and resisted the urge to glance at his watch He knehat ti it fine

‘Your driver should take St Jaent Street don’t mix well’

She locked her hazel eyes on his and Antonio felt a sudden start in his chest Her gaze held no desperate eagerness to please, no fevered excitement, nor the sensual assessment he often felt omen looked at hie of the fact—though never with his employees

But, most importantly, there was no pretence in her eyes And that was both unusual and—to him—invaluable

Compared to the three other interviewees he’d met, she was, on paper, the least i But while the other candidates had varied in age from late twenties to early fifties, she currently seemed the least flappable He didn’t need to look at her CV His quick mind recalled all the pertinent information and he proceeded with the interview for the position of his new PA

‘You graduated with your International Business Studies degree fro four A levels You can type one hundred and twenty words per ,’ he stated, somewhat disconcerted to see the hazel flecks in her eyes transition into sea-green foa—a fact repeatedly attested to by the CFO offull-time for the past few months, and part-ti your degree—another thing my CFO repeatedly emphasised’

A quick nod of the head was Emma’s only reaction, which drew a frown to his forehead Usually candidates like to expound on their virtues when he raised the opportunity to do so He left a second, a breath of space for her to speak, but she remained silent