Di Sione's Innocent Conquest. Carol MarinelliЧитать онлайн книгу.
gave in on water and called for a large cognac.
And still he sat there thinking.
Not about the necklace that he was supposed to be here for; instead he was thinking about cars and a team and it gave him a buzz that had been missing at the casino of late. He didn’t like motor racing. Fast cars were the only vice he didn’t have. There were too many painful memories attached.
Yet, he was starting to come around.
Watching Abby and later Pedro putting the car through its paces, speaking with the mechanics, gauging the opposition...
There was an attraction to the sport that Matteo had never anticipated when he had taken the challenge on.
He asked for figures and she went red in the neck but told him, and she watched as he crunched a few numbers on a calculator.
Not his phone, she noted.
And it wasn’t a two-dollar calculator either.
He had beautiful hands, Abby thought, and she liked the way his tongue popped out as he concentrated.
Matteo knew he should conclude this meeting now. The type of money that was required here outweighed the necklace and there was practically a guarantee of zero return.
‘Why do you think you’re a chance?’ he asked.
‘I built the car,’ Abby said. ‘I have the most fearless driver I’ve ever seen. Pedro’s a bit raw but that’s good. He’s unpredictable. No one except for me—actually, not even me—knows what he’s capable of...’
Still Matteo looked.
‘But he needs the right tool and my car is that.’
Still he looked. His face gave away nothing, Abby thought, but he had demanded honesty and if that was the case there was something rather large that she was leaving out.
‘And I’ve been waiting nine years for this.’
She didn’t tell him why; she just told him that she had.
He saw something then and its name was determination.
No, the numbers might not add up but the feeling in his gut tipped the scale.
‘Tell you what,’ Matteo finally said and Abby found she was holding her breath. ‘If you can come in in the top five here in Dubai, then I’ll take care of getting the team to Italy.’
‘Will you be staying to watch?’
‘God, yes,’ Matteo said. ‘And sorry if you don’t like it but if you do place, then I’ll be in Italy too. Don’t worry though. I shan’t be breathing down your neck.’
And for the first time, possibly ever, Abby imagined just that—a man breathing down her neck, or even on her neck...
Not just any man.
Him.
He expected her to backtrack, to maybe push for a lower place, but instead she looked straight back at him.
‘We’re going to do better than fifth.’
He really, really hoped so.
And so, too, did she.
‘Right,’ Matteo said and called for the bill and then he asked for her bank details.
‘We haven’t placed yet.’
‘I’m just making sure that you do.’
He paid and then asked for a driver to take her back to her hotel. ‘My sister Allegra has got a big charity event tomorrow. I think we should go.’
‘You said...’ Abby started but Matteo overrode her.
‘Everyone will be there, including the press. It might rattle the opposition if they think you’ve got a Di Sione on board.’ He tapped the side of his head. ‘Mind games.’
Oh, it would seriously rattle the opposition and Abby would take any edge that she could get.
She thought of Hunter and that terrible night and she had to beat him this year.
It was her only chance for revenge.
‘Abby, you need to ooze confidence,’ Matteo said. ‘Doesn’t matter how you feel on the inside.’
‘Please.’ She rolled her eyes. ‘It’s easy for you...’
‘You don’t know me,’ Matteo interrupted. ‘But believe me when I say, never let them smell fear.’
She nodded.
‘So will you come?’ he asked.
‘Yes.’
‘Good,’ Matteo said. ‘After tomorrow I’ll leave you alone to do your thing. If I send a car for you at ten would that be okay?’
‘There’s no need for that. I’ll meet you here.’
‘Sure.’
When her car arrived it was Matteo, rather than the driver, who opened the door for her, and they spoke for a moment before she got in.
‘I’ll see you tomorrow,’ he said and she nodded and then he shook her hand. ‘And you need to dress up.’
‘Excuse me?’ she flared.
‘I don’t care what you wear in your down time,’ Matteo said. ‘But if you want to wear the Di Sione name on your car and your overalls, then you have to look the part when we’re out.’
‘And I thought brunch on race day was an imposition...’ She was about to tell him to get stuffed but not only couldn’t Abby afford to, she didn’t want to either. He was right; if her team were going to get anywhere, then maybe it was time to play the corporate game a touch and maybe she could do that with him.
He hadn’t turned a hair at her jeans; he had made her feel relaxed and comfortable as she had told him the terrible mess she was in.
‘Tomorrow is work,’ he said as Abby climbed into the car but then, just before he closed the door, he gave her that smile. ‘Not that we can’t enjoy ourselves while working.’
The car drove off and Abby found her heart was thumping. They had very carefully laid the ground rules at the table—they were completely hands off, she knew that.
Matteo’s inference had been that they would simply enjoy provoking the press and the opposition.
It was her own imagination that was for the first time, if not exactly running wild, then peeking out and blinking at the sun.
A dark sun named Matteo Di Sione.
ABBY DIDN’T SLEEP WELL.
Yes, their conversation last night about money should have reassured her but Abby knew that she’d lied to Matteo.
They didn’t really have a hope of making fifth place.
But they had to though.
Not just for the chance of Matteo investing in them.
Her breakfast was delivered and Abby decided to eat it in bed and, as she did, she took out her laptop and read the news.
The sports news, of course.
The Boucher team barely got a mention.
The Carter team were on form, she read, and the Lachance team got plenty of mentions too.
Or rather Hunter did.
She looked at him, dressed in his familiar yellow leather and wearing that cocky, arrogant smile, and if there was such a thing as pure hate, then Abby felt that now.
She wasn’t scared of him any more.
It