Just wait till you’re older, son, his father had gasped on his deathbed. You’ll be just like me. You’ll see.
Alessandro had vowed he would never be anything like his father. He was selfish, but not a monster.
Right?
“I actually thought about going back.” Lilley’s trusting eyes shone at him. “But now I know I won’t. You make me feel … brave. Like I can do anything. Risk anything.”
Alessandro’s heart gave a sickening lurch. He gripped his fists so tightly the knuckles turned white.
Lilley was half in love with him already. He could see it in her face, even if she herself wasn’t aware of it yet. If he kept her as his mistress, how long would it be before he obliterated her light completely? Until she, too, had a heart as dark and empty as night?
He’d crossed a line. He’d violated her innocence in a way he could never take back.
If that wasn’t the work of a monster, what was?
With an intake of breath, he turned away. In just an hour or two, dawn would break across the purple hills. But there could be no sunrise for Alessandro. He felt cold to the bone.
There was only one way to cut her loss. One way to leave her heart bruised, but not shattered. He exhaled, closing his eyes.
He had to let her go.
“It’s almost morning,” she said, sounding sad. She splayed her small hand against his chest. “In a few hours, I’ll go back to the file room. What about you?”
He opened his eyes. “Mexico City.”
Lilley took a deep breath. “Alessandro,” she whispered, “I want you to know that I—”
Turning to her almost violently, he put his finger against her lips. “Let’s not talk.” Pulling her down on the mattress beside him, he breathed in the scent of her, the intoxicating smell of sunshine and flowers. He gloried in her warmth and beauty for the last time.
“This has been the happiest day of my life,” she whispered. “I’m just sad to see it end.” She gave him a crooked smile. “In a few hours, you’ll forget I ever existed.”
He looked down at her. “I’ll never forget you, Lilley,” he said, and it was the truth.
“Oh,” she breathed. Relief and gratitude filled her eyes. She thought his words meant they might have a future. She didn’t know they were the death knell for any relationship they might have had.
She put her hand on his rough, unshaven cheek. “Then give me a kiss I’ll never forget.”
He looked at her full, rosy lips, and his whole body shuddered with need.
One last time, he told his conscience savagely. He would give her up at dawn. Set her free before he did any further damage to her soul.
Cupping her face, Alessandro kissed her, as if trying to burn the memory of her lips against his for all time. Tasting the sweetness of her mouth, he spread her lips wide, plundering her with his tongue. Pulling the pillow away from her body, he rolled her beneath him on the bed, covering her naked body with his own.
Alessandro looked down at Lilley’s beautiful face. He knew the bitter memory of the joy shining now in her sweet, joyful eyes, her strange trust and belief in his goodness would haunt him for all time. An ache like regret pierced his soul.
Then, closing his eyes, he pushed himself inside her.
CHAPTER FIVE
A MONTH later, Lilley felt sick as she sat in a hard office chair in the basement office of the human resources department. The fluorescent lights above the desk flickered and hummed as Lilley licked her dry lips, praying she’d heard wrong.
“What?” she croaked.
“I’m sorry, Miss Smith, but we must let you go.” The kindly older man on the other side of the desk shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “I’m afraid Caetani Worldwide isn’t the right place for your skills.”
Fighting nausea, Lilley took a deep breath as grief and pain washed over her. She’d known this would happen, known she’d lose her job no matter how hard she tried. Effort couldn’t compensate for her slowness in filing numbers and letters that danced in front of her eyes.
Maybe she really was incapable of taking care of herself, just as her father said. Case in point: she’d slept with her boss, and then was surprised when Alessandro disappeared before she woke up on Monday morning and never bothered to contact her again. Exactly as he’d told her he’d do. Her throat suddenly hurt. She really wasn’t smart.