The Italian Millionaire's Virgin Wife
ANDREO PASCALI, cursing the day the admirable
Knox had left his employ, taking retirement to make her home with her recently widowed sister in Kent, impatiently lifted the final sheet of paper, scanned it in a nanosecond and even more impatiently tossed it aside.
"No details," he dismissed tersely, his wide sensual mouth tightening with annoyance, lancing a look of displeasure at his current lover.
Though current was on the verge of becoming past. Trisha was becoming far too demanding and clingy — definitely against his emphatically stated ground rules.
Only last evening he'd returned from the agency with the intention of wrestling with the problem of how to come up with an idea for a sensational TV commercial, one bearing the inimitable Pascali stamp of excellence and selling clout for something as de ... read full excerpt from The Italian Millionaire's Virgin Wife ebook