extravagant hopes.
Trying to make sense of it and failing, she could do nothing but watch as the drama unfolded in front of her. The two men appeared to have forgotten her existence. They faced each other down like two bulls fighting for territory, but there was no doubt in her mind who was the superior, both in strength and intellect.
While Carlos blustered and bumbled, Rioâs anger was cold and a thousand times more frightening.
âIf you have lost me this dealââ
âMe?â His voice contradicting the look in his eyes, Carlos sounded shocked. âYou think I had anything to do with this? You seriously thinkâ? Rio, I know you donât need this sort of publicity right nowâI know youâre at a delicate stage of negotiations. This could ruin everything for you.â
Evie looked on in disbelief, trying to follow the thread of the conversation. This was all about some stupid deal? That was why Ruthless Rio was so angry? What had happened to everyoneâs priorities? All they thought about was money, money, money.
It was only because she had her eyes fixed on his taut profile that Evie saw the flash of raw emotion cross Rio Zaccarelliâs face. For a moment she thought he was going to reach out and grab Carlos by the throat.
Instead, he released him.
â Vai al diavolo . Get out of my sight.â His voice wasstrangely robotic, his features a mask of contempt. âFrom this moment on, I donât know you. You donât work for me and I donât want to hear from you or see you again. Step into one of my hotels and Iâll have you removed. My lawyers will sort out the details with you. And if this causes me troubleâif I loseââ He broke off, apparently unable to finish the sentence, his voice thickened with an emotion so much deeper than anger that Evie felt real fear.
How could he be so angry about one stupid deal?
She waited for Carlos to defend himself but the other man shot through the door without looking backwards.
Which, basically, left her alone with a madman.
Evie tightened her grip on the throw. She loathed Carlos, but at least he was a familiar face. If murder was about to be committed, then it might have been useful to have a witness. Or even an alternative victim.
The burly man, who she assumed was a bodyguard, flexed his fingers threateningly. âDo you want me to deal with him, boss? I reckon I could get the information you want out of him in less than a minute. Heâs a wimp.â
Another wimp, Evie thought numbly. The world was populated by wimps. Wimps and bullies.
âDonât waste your time.â Rioâs tone was ice-cold. âI know a quicker way of extracting information.â
Realising that she was the âquicker wayâ, Evie took a step backwards, seriously scared.
âCalm down,â she stammered. âTake a deep breathâcount to tenâor maybe a hundredââ She had absolutely no idea what was going on, but it was obvious that she was in enormous trouble for sleeping in the Penthouse. âI donât suppose there is any point in saying sorry or trying to explain, but honestly, I donât see that itâs that big a deal. I know I did wrong, but I think youâre overreactingââ She gulped as Rio Zaccarelli strode towards her.
He stripped off his jacket and threw it over the back of thenearest chair. His white silk shirt moulded to his wide, muscular shoulders, hinting at the power concealed beneath and Evie found herself staring in fascinated horror as he rolled the sleeves back in a deliberate movement. He looked like a boxer preparing for a fight. And she was obviously earmarked as the opponent. She wondered whether heâd removed his screamingly expensive jacket so that he didnât end up with her blood spattered on it.
His eyes dark with fury, he came to a halt right in front of her. âNot a big deal? Either you are the most insensitive,