Fortunately the board seemed impressed. ‘Of course. After Matteo’s behaviour at the wedding that demonstration of loyalty is just what the public need to see. Who would have thought you would be the one to add sobriety to the Corretti family name.’
Sobriety?
Luca recoiled in alarm. He was prepared to live behind a facade of respectability just to prove to these old codgers that he could do more for the company than a whole boardroom full of men in suits, but being accused of sobriety made him wonder if it was worth it.
‘Go.’ Visibly moved, the chairman waved his hand towards the door. ‘We’ll have a meeting of the hotel executive committee tomorrow evening and we look forward to hearing your ideas for boosting the hotel business then. Bring your fiancée!’
Biting back the comment that his ideas would have been the same whether he were engaged or not, Luca left the room not sure if he were in the frying pan or the fire.
Whichever, there was no doubt in his mind that he needed to get to the docklands where filming was taking place before Taylor ruined everything. He’d tell her he was willing to go along with this whole engagement thing just as long as it got him a seat on the main board.
How hard could it be?
CHAPTER FOUR
‘WHEN ARE YOU getting married?’
‘Tell us how you met Luca Corretti.’
‘Why didn’t you attend the wedding together?’
Journalists pressed around her, trapping her with a volley of questions until Taylor wanted to scream at them to leave her alone but she couldn’t react because there, at the edge of the pack, watching her with a warning in his eyes was Santo Corretti.
He hadn’t said a word but she’d got the message.
If she didn’t handle this well, she was off the film.
He wouldn’t save her.
And how could she handle it well? Thanks to Luca’s refusal to play along with her, there was nothing to handle. As soon as she told them there was no engagement, it would be over.
The day was turning into a bad dream.
She’d already ordered herself a taxi and in the meantime she was stalling, waiting for it to arrive. Once she told them the truth she’d be on her own. She had no illusions about that. She needed an escape route.
And once she was safely away from here, she’d rethink her life. She didn’t have much choice, did she? Her past was a constant roadblock to her dream of being taken seriously as an actress. Maybe she should give up on film and work in theatre instead. Maybe she could fly to England and base herself there. They had Stratford on Avon and The Globe.
Swallowing down the lump in her throat, she told herself that the first thing she was going to do when she was safely away from here was eat something. The second was to give that Portia woman Luca’s home address and all his personal details. They deserved each other.
The loud roar of an engine made heads turn.
Taylor’s heart beat faster. So this was it. ‘I have something to tell you—’
But the journalists weren’t looking at her. They were staring at a red Ferrari hurtling towards them at a terrifying speed.
At any other time the car would have made her drool, but right now the only car she was interested in was her taxi and this definitely wasn’t it.
She felt a flash of panic. Already some of the journalists were turning back to her, waiting for her to finish her sentence. It was too late to back down. She was going to have to go ahead and tell them the truth about Luca. Santo Corretti would be so disgusted he’d leave her to it. She was going to have to elbow her way out of this mob alone and just hope the taxi showed up before she was ripped to pieces.
The sports car showed no sign of slowing and she saw several journalists mutter to one another in alarm before taking a few precautionary steps backwards.
Just when it appeared the driver was going to mow them down he hit the brakes, sending a cloud of dust rising upwards. And Taylor simply stared because there, seated behind the wheel, his eyes hidden by a pair of dark glasses that made him look insanely attractive, was Luca Corretti.
A female journalist standing nearby reached into her bag for lipgloss and Taylor felt the anger start to boil inside her.
This was all his fault.
Not only had he created this whole situation with his careless lack of concern for other people, but he’d refused to go along with her plan to bail them both out. And now he had the nerve to turn up here to make sure she’d confessed to her crime in public.
Her anger grew as he vaulted from the car and strolled towards the journalists with indolent grace. ‘So maybe I broke the speed limit just a little bit—’ playing to the crowd, he gave a wicked smile that held no trace of regret or apology ‘—but some things are worth rushing for and a beautiful woman is one of those.’