Seduced By The Boss. Natalie Anderson

      ‘I remember all of them,’ her father said sombrely. ‘But some stick in your mind more than others.’

      The tears welled again, stinging her eyeballs.

      ‘He was very angry back then. But he had a lot to be angry about.’

      Sophy’s heart was breaking. She needed her father to know, to understand. ‘I love him, Dad.’

      The sharp intake of breath was audible—but it didn’t come from either of her parents. Sophy turned her head. Lorenzo stood in the doorway.

      ‘You’re awake. Are you okay?’ The edge of panic was evident both in the speed of the question and the hesitancy as he hovered.

      She licked her horribly dry lips.

      ‘Edward, let’s go get some fresh coffee.’ Her mother suddenly stood. ‘Come on. She can’t have too many people in here at once. She’ll get too tired.’

      Sophy watched the two men looking at each other—saw some message she couldn’t interpret pass between them.

      Lorenzo moved closer, where she could see him better. He was so pale.

      ‘Sophy.’ His voice broke. ‘I’m so sorry.’

      ‘It was my fault. I should have been watching where I was going.’

      He shook his head. ‘I shouldn’t have made you so upset. I never wanted to hurt you like this.’

      The brush-off. Again. It was so embarrassing. Dully she admitted the truth. ‘I shouldn’t have pushed for something you never wanted to give.’

      ‘You’re right,’ he said. ‘But not about that. I’m scared—just like you said. A coward. You scare me to death—how you make me feel scares me.’ He moved quickly, sat in the seat near her head. ‘I don’t know that I can give you what you want from me.’

      ‘Lorenzo.’ She took in a deep breath. She’d take all there was—no matter how little. She loved him. She wanted him. She was happy when with him. She didn’t need all the bells and whistles. She just needed him. ‘All I want is whatever you have to give.’

      He stared at her. The dark eyes tortured, the unhappiness hurting her more than the relentless pounding in her head and in her heart. ‘But you deserve so much more than that. So much more than me.’

      ‘No.’ Her eyes filled. She didn’t want him to push her away like that. No one else could give her what he could. ‘I want you. That’s all. Just you.’

      ‘And I want you. But I don’t want to make you unhappy. And I have.’

      She opened her mouth but he kept talking.

      ‘It’s all new to me. You know that—the whole big family thing. But I’ll try, if you want me to.’

      She trembled and his hand quickly covered hers.

      ‘What made you change your mind?’

      ‘Nearly losing you today.’ His voice wavered again.

      ‘I got a bump on the head. I’m not about to die—’

      ‘If you had seen yourself you wouldn’t say that.’

      ‘Lorenzo, I’m fine.’

      ‘Well, I’m not. I don’t think I’ll ever recover from seeing you crumple like that.’ He closed his eyes and bowed his head, both his hands firmly clasped around hers. ‘Can you be patient with me?’

      ‘Yes.’ She had him. Nothing else mattered. She didn’t need the grand gestures, the romantic flourishes. She just needed him.

      He leaned across, kissed her tenderly on the lips. Not enough for her.

      ‘You’re staying in here tonight.’

      ‘No.’ She frowned. ‘I’m not.’

      ‘You are. Observation. You probably have concussion. You need to be monitored.’

      ‘I can be monitored at home. Rosanna will—’

      ‘Rosanna is away,’ Lorenzo said sharply. ‘I’ll wait with you today. Come back to pick you up in the morning. Unless—’ he breathed out ‘—you’d rather your parents did?’

      ‘I want you to.’

      His hand cupped her face so gently. ‘I don’t deserve you.’

      ‘You do,’ she said, angry tears springing again. ‘You do.’

      She would make him understand that—somehow. She loved him. But she couldn’t say it again—wouldn’t—because she didn’t want him to feel the pressure to say it in return. She didn’t know that he’d ever be able to say it. It didn’t matter. Her tortured warrior spoke with actions. And he was here. That was enough.

      Twenty-four hours later Lorenzo finally went to do some work for a bit—having instructed her to phone down if she needed anything. He paused halfway down the stairs. Rosanna was on her way up, a sheaf of flowers across one arm.

      She waggled her finger at him. ‘You don’t take my best friend home to your place and think you’re not getting me too.’

      He laughed. ‘She’ll be pleased to see you. She’s bored and getting restless.’

      ‘I’ve got some magazines.’

      His grin faded as she got closer. ‘You’re wearing her necklace.’ His throat went tight as he saw it.

      She touched it. ‘Stunning, isn’t it? I bought it at the exhibition the other night. Made sure I did it as soon as I got there. I wanted her to have one “sold” sign really early on.’ She grinned. ‘Not that I needed to worry—she sold most of them in the first hour. But she was so nervous.’

      He nodded. ‘I know.’ He should have thought to do that. That should have been him. But he’d been thinking too selfishly. ‘You’re a good friend to her.’

      ‘Only because she’s wonderful to me. It’s nice to be able to do something for her for once,’ Rosanna said. ‘She does so much for everyone else.’

      ‘Yeah.’ She did. She bent over backwards for the ones she loved. She was bending every which way for him. And he wasn’t happy about it. She deserved so much more. The feeling inside his chest tightened.

      She was going to take him—like this—with nothing extra. She was too generous. And he wasn’t going to let her get away with it. Not any more. No matter the cost to him, she was too important. Her happiness was too important.

      He could do it, sure he could—because she deserved it.

      ‘I’ve got a few other things I need to do for her.’ He swallowed and bit the bullet. ‘Are you up to helping me?’

      Rosanna looked sharply curious. ‘What kind of things?’

      ‘Top secret things.’

      ‘Spend money kind of top-secret things?’

      ‘Lots of money,’ he acknowledged.

      ‘Then you’ve got an able assistant.’

      He’d grin if he weren’t feeling so freaked. ‘Fantastic.’

       Chapter Thirteen

      SOPHY let Lorenzo guide her to her seat. Honestly, she was over the cotton wool treatment. Four days since her accident and he was still handling her as if he was afraid she’d break any moment.

      ‘You’re into taking this risk a second time?’

      ‘The first wasn’t such a risk,’ she teased back. ‘It’s not like you’ve