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  A career-minded woman with a clear affection for his nephew...? A plan had germinated in his mind.

  Alessio had wanted to spend a couple more years at the helm of Palvetti, the exclusive jewellery and perfumery business founded by his great-grandparents, before taking the ultimate step of selecting a wife and continuing the family dynasty. But if he was to take custody of his nephew that meant bringing his life plan forward. He would employ wraparound childcare, but his nephew would need a mother. Alessio’s own mother had never been maternal but her feminine influence had been strong in his life and he wanted his nephew to have that same influence.

  But marriage was not an institution to go into on a whim and investigative reports on a person only revealed so much. He needed to learn for himself if Beth was as ideal a candidate in real life as she was on paper.

  That was when Alessio had contacted his old friend and called in the favour owed from their English school days. In return for Alessio providing an alibi that had saved Giannis Basinas from expulsion twenty years ago, Giannis would host a ball in the heart of Vienna, in the sumptuous palace he’d bought a few years ago and spent millions renovating. And he would employ White’s Events to run it for him with the specific request that Beth Hardingstone be the manager for it.

  Alessio’s name would not be mentioned in the same breath as the masquerade ball. This was not only to keep Beth Hardingstone oblivious to his plans. Alessio lived his life quietly and discreetly, far from the media spotlight, keeping the Palvetti mystique that his great-grandparents had first cultivated and which enhanced the allure of their brand.

  With no idea of the real reason for her being there, Beth answered his question with a cheery, ‘I’ve always wanted to visit Vienna but this is the first job to bring me here.’

  They’d reached his car, a gleaming black four-wheel drive. He clicked the fob to unlock it.

  ‘Is this yours?’ she asked with obvious surprise.

  ‘It’s for work.’ Another evasion of the truth, he acknowledged ruefully as he opened the back door. Intrinsically honest, he found the deception about his identity increasingly hard to maintain.

  Beth opened the back door then fixed large brown eyes as velvety as chocolate on him with a smile. ‘You remembered a baby seat.’

  He nodded. Damn, but she was beautiful when she smiled.

  He’d been struck by that smile at their first meeting then in all their subsequent video calls. Her wide, generous mouth naturally turned upwards, as if smiling were her default position.

  Today she’d dressed in a pair of slim-fitting cream trousers that rested above her ankles and a striped grey and white shirt. On her feet were flat ballerina-slipper-style shoes which, remembering the heels she’d worn to their first meeting, he guessed were for the practical reason of having a child in tow. Her long, dark hair had been left loose, the slight breeze lifting random silky strands, some falling across her pretty heart-shaped face. She wore no make-up that he could see but, with her lightly golden, clear complexion and those large, chocolaty eyes, she didn’t need it.

  She reached into the pram and unstrapped Dom.

  Alessio held his breath as she carefully lifted the sleeping infant out.

  The bundle in her arms was the reason he was doing all this. This bundle was a Palvetti, flesh of his flesh.

  He cleared his throat. ‘Do you need help?’

  ‘I’m fine, thank you,’ she replied with a cheerful smile, oblivious to the rush of blood pounding through him at this first clear sighting of his nephew.

  With obvious practice, she placed the baby into the car seat then leaned over to fiddle with the straps to secure him.

  Suddenly Alessio found his attention transfixed on her pert bottom.

  His mouth dried and the blood rushing through him rapidly heated and diverted to concentrate in his loins.

  It was a primitive reaction, the like of which he hadn’t experienced since his teenage years.

  ‘Aha!’

  He blew out a puff of air and willed the burgeoning ache to subside. ‘Sorry?’

  She turned her head and wrinkled her nose. ‘This was a bit more complicated than I thought it would be but I got there in the end.’ Then she grinned again and turned back to Domenico to place a kiss on his cheek.

  Pulling himself together, Alessio put her luggage in the boot of the car while Beth climbed into the front passenger seat. When he was done, and feeling more in control of his functions, he jumped into the driver’s seat.

  The moment he closed the door he found his senses springing back to life as a heady fragrance dived into him. Beth’s perfume.

  Dio, it was the most mouth-watering of scents.

  ‘Ready?’ He put the car into gear.

  ‘Absolutely.’ She laughed, an infectious, melodic tinkle. ‘Take me to the palace!’

  He grinned back.

  Inappropriate though his responses were at this moment, he welcomed them.

  Having worked with her these past six weeks, albeit remotely, he’d come to the conclusion that his initial thoughts had been correct. Beth would be an asset for any business.

  Factor in her natural beauty, and his visceral response to her, and she had the exact traits he required in a wife.

  Copyright © 2019 by Michelle Smart

  ISBN-13: 9781488044441

  Claimed for the Sheikh’s Shock Son

  First North American publication 2019

  Copyright © 2019 by Carol Marinelli

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