The Italian's Fake Fiancée

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Just what was he trying to do. Was he trying to string her along? So that she might be agreeable. Just because she was the only one available. Then later go back to the women he liked when the charade was done. Paige buried her head in her hand. She was confused as hell.

She decided she might just go to the pool after all. Opening the glass door, she slid into the shower.

When she came out dressed in a yellow bikini. She was surprised to see Leonardo still standing near the door.

Paige walked past him and stepped into the room, and Leo looked up at her in surprise. Maybe he had thought she would talk to him or something.

His eyes ran up and down her body. Her bikini top held her breast round and high and the bottom hung low on her hips, revealing her physique. Paige felt Leo's eyes on her body and her body reacted to it. Heat pulling at her core, her nipples tightening into buds.

Leo looked confused at seeing her so out of the blue in a bikini. "Wwhat are you doing?" His voice expressed that confusion further. "Where are you going in that?"

"Alberto invited me for a swim and am going."

"Alberto?" He swallowed, his brown eyes raking over her. "When, because I didn't see you talking to him."

"He texted me." He texted Paige to know if she was still coming. Their arrangement to swim in the pool was made on their way back from the charity, but Leo didn't need to know that.

"He texted you." Leo's voice sounded surprised and bitter behind her as Paige bent over the king-sized bed to pick her phone and text Alberto she was coming.

He followed her with a puppy look on his face. "I hadn't realized you guys were on texting terms."

"We are," Paige muttered, and turned her head to Leo, wondering where this discussion was heading to.

Leo swallowed. "Well, you can't go. I won't let you."

"Why?" Paige's eyes narrowed.

He kept quiet and Paige finally saw something. The curtain on his emotions had at last raised and Paige saw something there.

Panic.

But why will he be panicking, she was going to the pool with Alberto, it was just to swim? She didn't understand it.

After several long seconds of keeping quiet, he said with great effort. "Do you even need to ask, I think Alberto likes you, why else would he invite you?"

Alberto liked her? Well, this was news. Paige folded her hands under her breast. "You tell me." This was getting interesting. Perhaps could her boss be jealous?

"Paige! I'm your boss. You aren't supposed to defy me."

A sudden smile slashed across Paige's face and disappeared all at once. "Well about that, you said anything I do here as your fake fiancée won't affect my position as your personal assistant. In that regard, you only get to order me around when we are in California where you are my boss, but here where I'm just your fake fiancée, I get to do what I like. And that includes going to the pool with Alberto if I want to."

Gracious goodness, she must have been possessed by something for her to purposefully want to ignite her boss.

His face hardened, and Paige could tell he was regretting making that decision. "You just have to spell it out like that, don't you?"

Paige couldn't read his expression. He had veiled his keen dark gaze, which was alright by her. Right now she didn't want to stay near him, feeling as jealous as she was. It was making her do dangerous things. She feared she might say something out of hand.

Something she wasn't supposed to. So she left him there, not bothering to check his expression once more as she closed the door behind her. Resting the back of her head on it.

She thought she heard a low curse, and then a glass shattering, but she didn't give it any much thought as she headed downstairs to the pool.

Alberto saw her first. A smile on his face, grinning. "I thought you weren't going to make it."

"I almost didn't." Paige sighed, slipping into the cool water feeling conscious. Now she had gotten here, she was wondering if it was such a good idea.

"What changed your mind." Alberto swam towards her handing her a red ball.

Paige thought back to the scenario upstairs. She wanted Leo to have a taste of his own medicine. Had she overdone it? She wondered what he was doing?

Alberto touched her arm, and Paige looked down at his hand and then into Alberto's eyes. "Are you feeling alright? I almost forgot what happened today with Lolita. How thoughtless of me not to ask if you were alright."

"Why shouldn't I feel alright." Paige removed his hand from her arm. Throwing him the ball. "You already know the relationship is fake?"

He caught it. "But do you want it to be fake?"

What sort of tricky question was that? And what was wrong with those two cousins? Did she want it to be fake?

No.

But was she telling Alberto that?

Still no.

Rotating the ball in his hand, he stared at her, still waiting for an answer. Paige stared back, narrowing her eyes.

"I'm sorry but I don't have to answer your question.

Touche. Alberto grinned. "Like I knew you would say that. Am done trying to help the two of you."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh this and that, nothing really of great importance." He scratched his head. "I assume the two of you had a little argument about you coming here to swim with me."

"How did you kno..."

"That's not important. What is important is..." Alberto swam towards her and grabbed her shoulders. Paige's eyes widened and turned her around, pointing with his chin at something. This.

Paige followed the direction of his chin and saw Leonardo. Her eyes widened.

When did he get here?

And just like that, everything else faded in the background and she only saw him. He had discarded his shirt and pants and was wearing only a tight trunk.

His chest was on full display, as well as tanned chiseled abs.

Good lord. Who would have thought he had been hiding something like this under his clothes all this time. Was he intending to swim, too? She did never seen him in this naked state before, so she stared. His gaze reached hers across the distance and hammered her into place. Her soul shook free from her body. She couldn't think, breathe, move.

He was staring at her, too. He wasn't pretending not to. And as Paige watched, he drove into the water like a knife cutting a fish and swam to where she was.

Face to face with that raw masculinity, Paige became tongue-tied, and she forgot she was jealous.

He feasted her with his searing gaze, which Paige felt saw more than he let on. Purposefully ignoring Alberto. It might have well just been the two of them.

His eyes rested on the ball in Paige's hand. "I hadn't realized you enjoyed this type of childish game. Perhaps I should join too."

He collected the ball from Paige's hand and, as he turned, his arm grazed her breast.

A fleeting encounter with his brilliant, predatory gaze flooded Paige with awareness, and she sucked in a breath. The sensitive peak of her breast tingling.

He did that on purpose, didn't he!