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is your behavior was perfectly acceptable, but mine is not?”
“No,” Riccardo emitted coolly. “What I’m saying is I don’t know what in Cristo’s name is wrong with you. You’re treating the women of this planet like they’re your own personal wrecking yard.”
Matteo shrugged. “Maybe I’ve decided your way is the better way.”
Riccardo shot him an amused look. “You forget I’m a reformed man. Happily married and loving it.”
“Only because you met a goddess who’s willing to put up with you,” he muttered, digging his hands in his pockets and giving his head a restless shake. “Did you really ask me here to discuss my love life, Ric? Somehow I think you’re much too busy for that.”
“You’re the vice president of sales and marketing for De Campo, Matty. Your love life is my business when it starts disrupting things around here.”
“And how,” Matteo drawled, “do you figure it’s doing that?”
“Your antics in the tabloids are making it impossible for you or anyone else in this company to concentrate. Alex is tired of doing damage control, and frankly, I don’t blame her.”
Ebbene, so that stung. Matteo liked his sister-in-law. Didn’t like the thought of making more work for her when she already worked far too much. But he was too irritated by his brother’s rebuke not to strike back. “If I made the cover every week for the rest of the year I still wouldn’t beat your record.”
“Si, but I’m a better multitasker,” Riccardo taunted.
Matteo stiffened, straightening away from the windows and eating up the distance between him and his brother with long furious strides. “I am making a mockery of my predecessor’s numbers.”
“Exactly why I want you to straighten yourself out. Think what you can do with a clear head.”
Matteo could have told Riccardo he was definitely planning on doing that. That he’d sworn off women like an alcoholic swears off drink, potentially for the rest of his life given his recent spat of disastrous assignations. But he liked to yank Riccardo’s chain as much as his brother liked to yank his. “What are you going to do if I don’t?” he queried, leveling his gaze on his brother’s angular, unforgiving face. “Punish me? Send me off to sell wine to the devout?”
Riccardo’s coal-black eyes flashed. “As much as I would dearly love to have you out of the picture right now, I need you. And I think you need a challenge. Badly.”
Matteo couldn’t deny the truth of that statement. He’d almost doubled sales as head of De Campo’s European operations. Was killing it in his new role. But his brother continued to handcuff him, as if he was afraid to unleash him.
He sank his fingers into the knot of his tie and yanked it loose. “You don’t trust me.”
“I wouldn’t have given you the job if I didn’t trust you.”
“Then why the hand-holding?”
His brother’s gaze darkened. “You’ve been knee-jerk in the extreme the last six months, Matty. You’re like a cowboy with his guns drawn at all times.”
“I’m hungry,” Matteo growled. “Give me something to sink my teeth into and you will have my complete and utter focus.”
“Exactly my thinking.” Riccardo plucked a magazine from the surface of his immaculate desk and held it up. “Warren Davis just bought the Luxe Hotel chain.”
Matteo nodded. The purchase by the world’s third richest man, an investment genius revered around the world, had made headlines a few weeks back. The confirmation of a deal that had been in the works for months. “I looked into it a while ago,” he told Riccardo. “Patreus has it locked up for another three years.”
“Not any more they don’t.” Riccardo tossed the magazine on his desk. “Davis is reevaluating all suppliers.”
He frowned. “How do you know that?”
“I played poker with a close friend of his on Monday night. De Campo is now in the running for marquee wine partner.”
Matteo sucked in a breath. “That’s a six-or seven-million-dollar contract, minimum.”
“Ten.” The hungry light he knew so well flared in his brother’s eyes. Antonio De Campo, their father, had built De Campo into a global wine empire. Riccardo, with his endless thirst to make his mark, had driven it even higher with the restaurant division he was building. But for the core wine business, which was still all-important, this was huge. It would mean De Campo would be featured in every single one of Luxe’s legendary restaurants worldwide. The coveted locations where politicians, princes and A-list celebs dined...
Merda. This was massive. “What next then?”
“Davis has put his daughter, Quinn, in charge of restaurant operations. She will be the final decision-maker on the wine contract. The Davises are doing a chemistry test with the four short-listed companies next week in Chicago. From there they’ll pick the final two to pitch for the business.”
“A chemistry test? What in God’s name is that?”
“Warren Davis is all about the relationship aspect of business. Common ideals, common philosophies, he says, are the keys to creating a successful partnership. It’s not always about what looks best on paper for him. The four short-listed companies are all great candidates. It will be the chemistry we have with Davis and his daughter that will put us in the final two.”
Helpful then, that Matteo happened to be a master at persuading a female to do his bidding. “What form will this chemistry test take?”
“A cocktail party at the Davis residence.”
Matteo’s lip curled. “Like sharks circling one another...”
“Pretty much.” Riccardo rhymed off two of the largest spirit companies in the world who had swallowed up smaller regional winemakers and a niche producer out of southern Australia.
“Silver Kangaroo?”
Riccardo nodded. “They’ve been winning some big awards lately.”
“Yes, but odd. They are so niche.” He gave his head a shake. “Any idea which way they’re leaning?
“Quinn, apparently, has her eye on Silver Kangaroo. We are considered an outside shot.”
Against the odds. Exhilaration tightened his body, sent his blood coursing through his veins. Just the way he liked it. When was the last time he’d felt that rush? That elemental surge of adrenaline he needed to feel alive? If Quinn Davis preferred a pure wine player they had a shot. Now all he had to do was work his magic.
“Do we have any intel on Quinn Davis?”
“Tough, smart, Harvard-educated.” His brother handed him a folder. “It’s all in here.”
Matteo took it and lifted a shoulder. “She’ll be all right, then.”
Humor darkened his brother’s gaze. Riccardo had gone to Harvard, Matteo to Oxford. It was a standing debate between them which was superior.
Matteo leafed through the folder. “Quinn manages some of his companies for him, doesn’t she?”
“Si. Most recently Dairy Delight. Warren is hoping her experience in the food sector will help revive Luxe’s restaurants. They’ve been on a slow decline for years.”
“Dairy Delight? They sell ice cream and burgers. How’s that going to help bring Michelin three-star restaurants back to life?”
Riccardo shot him a warning look. “Do not underestimate her, Matty. Apparently she’s a chip off the old block.”
Yes, but she was a female. He’d never met one he couldn’t have. If he was on his game, she’d be in the palm of