Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Sssh!” She placed a hand over Misty’s lips.
She said against the hand, “Sho you weely rike—-”
The woman glared at her.
Misty threw her hands up.
“I can’t believe you saw through me. I’ve been working here for years and no one knew.” Shaking her head, she offered her hand to Misty. “I’m Avery, by the way.”
Misty frowned. Something about the name was familiar, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Taking the other woman’s hand, they both smiled as they gave each other a soapy shake. “Misty,” she said. “Are you directly working for Prince...Danilo?”
Avery nodded. “Since I was eighteen.” Her smile turned wry. “So about nine years already.”
Misty’s eyes widened. “Wow. That’s...” Did that mean Avery had also been in love with Danilo Moretti for the same number of years?
Avery laughed. “I can almost hear you asking the same question, and unfortunately the answer’s no. I’ve been in this state far longer than nine years.”
“And he never noticed?” Misty gasped.
“Nope. He’s too busy being responsible and worrying over his siblings. Especially Domenico.”
Misty’s brows furrowed. “That’s what I don’t get. Everyone here’s saying bad things about him—-” Avery’s laugh cut her off.
“I take it you’re new to the family? Or maybe you’ve been living in the middle of nowhere for the past decade? Misty, my dear, everything the staff’s saying about Domenico Moretti isn’t just true. It’s actually not the worst.” Avery dried her hands on the towel tied around her waist. “I get it, though. He’s not completely at fault. Their father would drive a saint mad, with the way he keeps comparing the twins. And Domenico’s too proud, so instead of trying to please his father, he just keeps doing what would make Mr. Moretti mad.”
Misty almost winced at the words. Apparently, Domenico Moretti’s hang-up remained the same in every world. As she dried the last shot glass and placed it back on the tray, Misty asked carefully, “What about Prince Danilo?”
“Oh, he likes reprimanding Prince Domenico, too, but everyone knows – and that includes Domenico – that it’s just his way of showing he cares.”
The CB radio clipped to her pants suddenly buzzed and unclipping it, Avery plugged one ear with an earphone. “What is it?” She paused. “I see.” She glanced at Misty. “Prince Domenico’s coming up and I don’t think it’s safe to unleash him to this crowd. It might get him to start drinking, and we absolutely do not want that to happen, not until after the king’s seen him at least. Do you think you could handle him and take him to somewhere private?”
“Somewhere...private?” Misty didn’t know which she felt more: giddy or nervous. Whichever it was, the emotion was making her hands perspire and her throat dry. Vajayjay, she reminded herself bracingly. It all boiled down to the vajayjay – or her vajayjay, for that matter.
“We have a room reserved on the floor below. A guard’s already waiting there. You up for it?” Avery’s serious face softened a bit. “If you’ve never had a chance to make him notice you, this could be it.”
Misty glanced at her wrist and only then did she notice a digital watch circling it, its display set to a 24-hour timer. Right now, it was down to 23:02. Twenty-three hours to seduce and make Domenico Moretti fall in love with her.
Closing her eyes, Misty mentally recited a prayer. Afterwards, she asked Avery, “What do you want me to do?”
Chapter Five
Domenico Moretti had died and gone to heaven.
That was the only thing he could think of the moment the elevator doors opened and he saw the sexiest little bunny standing in front of the elevator.
He forgot about the fact that he was here to make it to the board meeting virtually and that he had actually invited a hundred people to his penthouse suite for a celebratory party. Tonight had been his greatest coup, Domenico managing to close the biggest deal for Moretti Inc. It was his surprise that would make his father finally proud of him. Maybe this time, they could mend their fences for good. Danilo had been right, after all. None of them were getting any younger and it was time to let the past stay in the past, where it belonged.
However, all such thoughts went to the back of Domenico’s mind when he saw the woman standing in front of him. Her dark hair was held back with a band that had bunny ears, and her deliciously bountiful breasts looked like they were about to spill out of her costume any second. Although she was a tiny beauty, she had the most wondrously shaped legs, the kind that made him want to kiss every inch of it.
Before he could ask what her name was, she smiled at him. One that was both naturally coy and shy at the same time. He was enchanted.