The Billionaires Collection. Оливия Гейтс

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      Abby was right—tomorrow at six in the morning he’d be gone and, more to the point, he had never been another’s shadow.

      Silence hung between them.

      It wasn’t a row; it was Check.

      His heart was under threat of capture and Matteo didn’t like that feeling in the least.

      ‘Good luck today,’ Matteo said but it came out in a rather forced voice.

      So, too, was hers. ‘Thanks.’

      He lay there when she had gone. Yes, tomorrow he would be back in Manhattan and, Matteo decided, he was going to go and get laid.

      It had been...

      He didn’t really want to do the math. Matteo didn’t want to admit that since their first dinner in Dubai, he’d lost interest in that half of the world population that had once been his playground.

      No, he wouldn’t be getting laid any time soon.

      Matteo knew he was lying to himself. Instead the next couple of weeks were going to be spent stressing at the thought of her in Monte Carlo with that animal around.

      He reached for the hotel phone.

      * * *

      Abby stepped into her hotel room to change into her lovely bottle-green outfit. She opened the chocolate that was on her pillow and as she popped it into her mouth she picked up the note that was beside it.

      Dear Abby,

      You need new underwear. Shall I take you shopping or can I choose?

      Matteo

      And then her phone rang.

      ‘Did you get my note?’ Matteo asked.

      She knew he was ringing to check that she’d got back okay, but it was nice that he didn’t have to admit it.

      ‘I did.’ Abby smiled. ‘You can choose.’ And then she was serious. ‘Nothing’s going to happen today, Matteo. All anyone is thinking about is the race.’

      ‘I know and I meant what I said, even if I didn’t say it very well—good luck today.’

      ‘Thanks.’

      Matteo had quite a morning in a very lavish boutique.

      A few women nudged and laughed but he cared not and amassed quite a collection, which he asked to all be wrapped and then sent up to her room. Then Matteo had lunch and finally he took himself trackside.

      The streets were packed and lined with spectators and when he finally made it to the Boucher sheds he, as always, stayed back, though Pedro stopped playing video games and came over and they chatted for a few moments.

      Abby saw Pedro was smiling at something Matteo had said, and whatever her personal feelings were towards Matteo, she was very glad to have him as their sponsor. He was very good with Pedro, unlike the sponsor they had had last year who had demanded far too much, especially before a race.

      But then, as the race commenced, there were no thoughts of Matteo, nor revenge—all Hunter was, was the car that was ahead of them.

      As were eight others.

      For the next two hours the team worked intently, working out the best refuel times. Matteo watched Abby relaying instructions and giving Pedro some insights as to the cars ahead of him.

      The Italian crowd were even more vocal than in Dubai and it was a loud, exciting couple of hours and by the last three laps Pedro had inched the car into fifth place.

      Hunter’s experience on the course showed, yet Evan pushed him hard and suddenly a roar went up as Pedro overtook into fourth.

      Matteo found that he was chewing his nails.

      And then it was into the final lap.

      He looked over to Abby, whose face was pale but she was talking very calmly to Pedro through her mouthpiece, even though she must be feeling frantic. Hunter was well ahead of Pedro, Evan was in close second; it was a battle for third and, holy smoke, Matteo thought as Pedro accelerated out of the turn, he was going to get there.

      Abby was right; this kid was a genius. The pale, sickly faced twenty-one-year-old that had climbed into the car, sure he would place last, got out a triumphant third, as the Boucher team cheered and embraced.

      And no, Matteo wasn’t on her mind right now because Abby nearly broke her neck just to get over to a jubilant Pedro.

      ‘What the hell!’ she screamed at him, her face split in a shocked smile.

      ‘She flew!’ Pedro roared back, simply elated. ‘She just took off.’

      And they were back to talking about the car as if she were a person. This third was even sweeter than placing first.

      The press conference was very different to last time. Abby and Matteo were out and stood hand in hand as Hunter droned on and on about his experience. Evan, a man of few words, just shrugged when asked his predictions for the final race.

      They were neck and neck—it could be any one of the three.

      Pedro sat with a satisfied grin.

      ‘We’ll just have to wait for Monte Carlo,’ was not just the gist but practically all Pedro said.

      Yes, it was a different type of celebration tonight.

      The Boucher team filled a gorgeous restaurant. Abby didn’t have time to change but no-one cared. She had the best squid pasta she had ever tasted and Pedro made a speech and said that she, the car, was perfection.

      It was wonderful; the party was moving on now to wild and Abby and Matteo decided to head back to the hotel but, before they did, Matteo pulled Pedro aside and had a word.

      ‘Another shopping spree?’ Abby checked but Matteo just shrugged.

      Oh, he’d been speaking with Pedro but about something rather more serious than shopping, not that he’d tell Abby that.

      Yes, things felt different tonight and as Abby and Matteo got out of the elevator at the tenth floor Matteo reminded her of their deal.

      ‘What happens when we make podium?’ Matteo asked and, because there was no one around, he reminded her what happened with his mouth.

      Hot and sexy, they were straight back to where they had been in Dubai as he kissed her up against the wall.

      Only this time there wasn’t the surprise element of his kiss, just hungry need, and she held his cheeks in her hands and kissed him back, her shoulders digging into the wall but her groin pressed hard into his.

      It seemed miles to her hotel room and so they continued to kiss while walking—a hungry, laden kiss that had them tripping over a tray the next room had left out until finally they fell into her room.

      ‘Hell,’ Matteo said as he backed her to the door, undoing the black belt and buttons on her men’s bottle-green trousers, and as he looked down he even laughed. ‘This feels wrong...’

      It felt pretty right to Abby.

      He just kissed her until they stood, breathless and facing the other and both half-dressed.

      ‘I’m not ready.’ She was panting, feeling a tease but consumed with want.

      ‘For what?’ Matteo checked, slipping his hands into her trousers and feeling her as damp as he knew she would be. He stroked her clitoris through her panties and resumed the kiss, probing her mouth with his tongue for a moment and feeling the tightening of Abby’s thighs. He pulled back his mouth but not his hand as she simmered nicely.

      Oh, Abby simmered. She wanted to, she wanted, wanted, wanted, but she was more scared of losing her heart than her control.

      ‘How about a fashion show?’ Matteo said and she glanced over his shoulder and saw for the first time all the parcels