A Week in Milan – Excerpt

Gio's room was the mirror image of hers—stylish and beautiful. Amanda found focusing on the details of anything else helped calm the swarm of nerves in her stomach. Maybe that was the key to this flirting. Pretend to do something else and let her body do it for her. Though knowing her luck she'd end up leaning too far forward to flash her chest and let her nipples take a dip in her meal.

No, flirting was probably best left to those who knew what they were doing.

She spotted Gio on the balcony. He gripped the rail at either side as he enjoyed the view. With some effort, she managed not to stare at his backside, and made her way out into the warm air.

Gio turned to greet her, but stopped with his lips slightly parted. His gaze slid down her body, and it felt as if it were his hands on her. When his attention lifted, those golden eyes had gone a shade darker. Finally he saw her as a woman.

He cleared his throat. "Così bella."

She knew enough Italian to know he'd called her beautiful. "Thank you."

Gio pulled a chair out from the rustic breakfast table next to them. Two glasses were there as well as a bottle of Merlot. Thank you, God. Alcohol was just what she needed. Amanda slid into the chair and he took the seat opposite.

"Do you like red?" he asked as he lifted the bottle. She nodded, and he poured. "Were you hoping to go out later?"

"No. Why would you ask?" She was sure when they'd spoken before she'd told him room service would be fine.

"You look stunning tonight. I wondered whether you wished to go out to show off your gorgeous creation." He winked at her and her insides melted.

"Um…no. I had nothing casual with me." It wasn't a lie. She'd packed for Fashion Week, not dates on the balcony. Even though it wasn't really a date.

"The men of Milan will be heartbroken to know that they missed the opportunity to get a glimpse of you."

Was he flirting? Surely not. "I don't date."

His smile vanished. "Why not?"

Amanda downed half the contents of her glass and wondered how much to say. Really, it wasn't like it was a secret but talking about…about him always upset her. Still, with Gio she felt a weird strength that hadn't been there before. Either that or the wine had hit her bloodstream faster than a shot of heroin.

"Kale's father. He knocked my confidence. I haven't felt attractive or trusted a man since."