Her eyes flickered briefly to the discarded tie casually flung over the back of his chair and his elbows planted on the table. The steel had gone from his spine and the scorn from his expression as he slouched elegantly in his chair.This was Luca with the charm and vigour but minus the snootiness and sneers—in short a pretty irresistible proposition.‘I like watching you eat; most women pick at their food.’‘Whereas I fall on it and devour it like a ravening beast?’ she suggested, pushing aside the last portion on her plate with a regretful sigh. ‘I feel so special…or should that be freaky?’‘Settle for different,’ he suggested.Her shoulders lifted. ‘I can live with that,’ she agreed amicably.‘What about that last bit?’ he asked, pointing at the amount she had left on her plate.‘I’m not being polite. If I eat any more I’ll burst. Messy,’ she said with a grimace.His mobile mouth quivered. ‘Paolo will be hurt,’ he contended.‘Fine, you eat it, then,’ she suggested with a laugh as she speared a piece of squid onto her fork and held it out to him.The smile died from his incongruously azure eyes as they collided with her own.
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