a stunning salon-blonde, dressed in a tight-fitting black sheath that showed a mile of tanned leg. Her hair hung long and straight down her back, and her makeup was absolutelyperfect. She wore a fat diamond-drop necklace and matching earrings, and her shoes were gold.
“Lissa,” Renzo said. “How nice to see you again.”
Lissa’s gaze fell to Faith and slid over her with no small measure of contempt. The look very clearly said
back away
.
Oh puh-leeze
. As if Faith were any competition. Still, she tilted her chin up and stood her ground.
Lissa turned her smile on Renzo. “Do I not get a kiss, darling? I had thought you Italians were all about the kiss when greeting friends.”
“Of course.” Renzo kissed her on both cheeks in the Italian manner and then turned and put an arm around Faith. Lissa’s eyes narrowed to slits while Faith’s entire body lit up like a firecracker as Renzo pulled her into the curve of his powerful frame.
This was not what she’d agreed to tonight, and yet in a way it had been. She was his date.
“Lissa, this is Faith.”
Faith held her hand out, surprised it didn’t shake when inside she was trembling so badly. Why, when she didn’t even like him all that much?
Lissa took it after a moment’s hesitation. “Very lovely to meet you,” Faith said.
“Yes, lovely.” Lissa’s tone said it was anything but. “Renzo, I had hoped to speak with you. Alone,” she added, her smile never wavering.
Renzo’s fingers skimmed over Faith’s bare arm, his touch setting off a chain of reactions inside her that ended with a sharp current of need settling between her thighs. She’d never felt anything quite like it. And she was furious it was happening now, here, with this man.
Her boss made Casanova look like an amateur, for pity’s sake. She knew it, and yet she responded anyway.
“You may say whatever you wish to say in front of Faith,” Renzo countered. “She is completely trustworthy.”
Lissa pushed her hair over one shoulder with an indolent gesture. Her eyes sparked. “It can wait,” she said tightly. And then she smiled. Faith had the impression of razor-sharp fangs lining the other woman’s mouth. “Perhaps a bit later, then.”
“Perhaps,” Renzo said.
Someone called to her, and Lissa turned and waved. “If you will excuse me, I must mingle.”
“Of course,” Renzo replied. “Do not let us keep you.”
Lissa insisted on kissing Renzo on both cheeks again and held her hand out to Faith, pressing it limply before gliding away in a cloud of malevolence that was quite possibly stronger than her perfume.
“Let me guess,” Faith said coolly, moving out of his grasp when the other woman had joined a group of people a few feet away. “She is the reason you needed a date tonight.”
“
Si
,” Renzo said.
Faith turned to look up at him, exasperated, and just a little hurt. “Honestly, I don’t know why you just don’t do what you always do and be done with it.”
His brows drew together. “What I always do?”
“Oh please, don’t act as if you don’t know. I’ve worked for you for six months, and I’ve yet to see a woman last more than a month with you. You wine them, dine them, give them presents and dump them.”
It was bold of her, but she’d had just enough wine to loosen her tongue. To be on the safe side, she deposited the half-finished glass on the terrace wall. If she drank the whole thing, heaven knows what she might say to him.
Renzo grinned. Not at all the effect she’d been going for.“You forgot one, Faith.” She frowned, but he leaned toward her and spoke before she could say anything. “Bed them.”
A flash of heat shot through her. Dammit! “Yes, of course. How could I forget that one? Silly me.”
She realized she was standing before him with her arms crossed defensively when he put his hands on her shoulders and skimmed them down her arms. “I had no idea you were so outraged by my behavior,” he teased.
Faith scoffed