In Bed With Her Italian Boss
She looked as if the world had ended, hunched over an empty coffee cup, staring out of the plate-glass window but not seeing anything.
Gio couldn't leave her sitting there in such obvious misery. So even though he should've locked up ten minutes ago, he did exactly what his father would've done. He made a cappuccino and slid it on to the table in front of her. 'Here,' he said softly.
She looked up, her eyes widening in surprise. 'I…' She'd obviously been about to protest that she hadn't ordered the coffee. But then she smiled ruefully and cupped both hands round the mug, clearly taking comfort from its warmth. 'Thanks.'
'No problem.' He handed her a chocolate dipper. 'You look as if you need this.'
'I do,'she admitted. 'Thanks. I appreciate this.'She rummaged in her handbag for her purse. 'How much do I owe you?'
He waved a dismissive hand. 'Nothing.'
She frowned. 'Won't you get into trouble with your boss?'
'Doubt it.'He smiled. 'Anyway, you're a regular, so call it a refill.'
Those beautiful blue eyes—the same blue as the sky on a summer evening, he saw, now that he was this close to her—narrowed slightly. 'Regular?'
He shrugged. ' ... read full excerpt from: In Bed with Her Italian Boss ebook
