The Cost Of The Forbidden. Carol Marinelli

had been cell phones that Sev had been into then and he had come up with the design that Allem had run with.

      Yes, Sev’s cynical voice reminded him, that design had meant that Allem had made an absolute fortune out of his idea.

      Yet Allem had then bankrolled Sev, allowing him to delve deeply into the cyber world. Now his genius sat in a range of one step behind or two steps ahead of the bad boys. This meant his services were in expensive demand from governments to law enforcement, airlines, royalty and show business. Sev fought his virtual enemies with talent and respect.

      It was an endless, relentless game and one, more often than not, he won.

      His success wasn’t down to Allem—he owed him nothing, Sev thought, draining his coffee, as Jason, the captain, spoke and told him he was hoping to catch a tail wind and they should arrive just before three.

      Shannon came to take his cup and any moment now they’d be on their way.

      ‘Do you want me to fix lunch after take-off?’ she offered, but Sev shook his head.

      ‘I don’t want anything to eat, I’m just going to go to bed. Don’t wake me unless the plane is going down,’ Sev said. ‘Actually, don’t wake me even if it is.’

      He opened up his book, the one he always read during take-off, but not even that could distract him today.

      Sev avoided friendships, he avoided getting close to anyone, yet Allem insisted on sticking around.

      As soon as he was able to he made his way to the bedroom.

      He stripped, had a quick shower and then got into bed but sleep eluded him.

      That needle of guilt was still there so he called Naomi again.

      ‘I can’t sleep,’ Sev admitted.

      ‘Where are you now?’

      ‘An hour out of Rome. Have you spoken to Allem?’

      ‘Not yet. I’ve sent an email telling him that you’ve been delayed,’ Naomi said. ‘I’ll call him closer to nine when I’ve worked out a reason why.’

      There was a slightly tart edge to her voice.

      ‘Go into my bureau,’ Sev said. He had actually bought a gift for Jamal and Allem. ‘There should be a polished box there you could wrap for me. You could give it to him as a little sweetener until I arrive.’

      ‘Okay.’

      ‘Is it there?’ Sev asked, wondering if he might have left it in his apartment.

      ‘I’ll look when I get to the office.’

      ‘You’re not in yet?’

      ‘No,’ Naomi said. ‘Caught.’

      ‘Caught what?’

      ‘Having a lie-in.’ Naomi said, but then hurriedly added, ‘I’m up now, though.’

      ‘Liar.’

      ‘You trained me well,’ Naomi responded. They were both in bed and both knew it.

      ‘Go up to my apartment before you head into work. It might be in my desk there. If not, then it’s in the bureau at work. It’s got a statue in it.’

      ‘Okay. So what lie do you want me to feed Allem?’

      But Sev’s mind was on other things.

      Yes, he’d been feeling bad about Allem but knowing that Naomi was in bed, hopefully as naked as he, was, well, a bit of a turn-on.

      She drove him crazy.

      He could not read her.

      It was like a weather report telling you it was sultry and hot and then stepping out to sleet and ice.

      ‘Can I ask you something?’

      ‘No,’ Naomi answered. ‘About Allem. What am I to tell him?’

      Oh, that was right. The reason for his call.

      ‘Just tell him there was a family emergency that I had to attend to. He’s big on family. Tell him that my mother was taken ill and I’m on my way back from Russia.’

      ‘Sev, is your mother alive?’

      ‘Yes?’

      ‘Is she sick?’

      ‘She could be.’

      He heard a slight noise as she sucked in her breath. ‘You don’t like the idea.’

      ‘It’s not for me to judge...’

      ‘Oh, but, baby, you do,’ Sev snapped. ‘Over and over you do. And do you know what? I don’t need it. I’m warning you—’

      ‘Officially?’ Naomi checked, more than happy for him to fire her now, even the dark rise of his voice turned her on.

      ‘Unofficially,’ Sev said.

      God, but he even liked rowing with her.

      Sev didn’t row. Usually he simply couldn’t be bothered to.

      They both lay in tense angry silence but neither ended the call and then Sev said it again but his voice wasn’t angry now.

      ‘Can I ask you something?’ No, he wasn’t angry. His voice had that low edge to it that had her pull up her knees.

      ‘Go ahead.’ Naomi sighed.

      ‘It’s personal.’

      She had guessed that it might be.

      ‘I’m just curious about something.’

      Somehow he didn’t offend her.

      Naomi was curious about him too.

      She just lay there naked in bed, trying to imagine how that low voice might sound while making love to her, and she was terribly, terribly tempted to find out.

      To just finally give in to the suggestive air they created.

      ‘Ask away.’

      ‘Well, I’m assuming, if you’re engaged, that you must love your fiancé.’

      She didn’t answer.

      ‘And fancy him.’

      Naomi said nothing.

      ‘So how do you...?’

      ‘How do I what, Sev?’

      ‘You’ve been in New York for three months and in that time I can’t recall him coming over to see you.’

      ‘He hasn’t.’

      ‘So,’ Sev asked, ‘how do you manage?’

      Manage!

      Oh, it was as basic as that to Sev, Naomi thought. An itch to be scratched, a line on his to-do list to be regularly ticked off.

      ‘Sev,’ Naomi crisply replied, when she would far rather dive under the covers and prolong the call, ‘I’m giving you an official warning now.’

      She hung up on him. Sev tossed the phone down in frustration.

      Bloody Naomi, Sev thought as he lay there. He was hard for her and had been left hanging. And then he remembered why he’d come to Rome.

      She had been brunette.

      It was as simple and as messed up as that.

      He was over Naomi and her moods.

      Sev didn’t need some sanctimonious PA sitting on her moral throne. She was there to run his life, not have him account for it.

      Who cared what she thought?

      He cared about no one.

      Only that wasn’t quite right.

      God, but he hated