Page 11 of Too Hard to Resist

He nodded in acknowledgement.

As he walked away, my eyes dropped to his arse and I mentally slapped myself.

Romeo was my arrogant, surly Love Alchemist. I shouldn’t be checking out his butt, no matter how good it looked.

I didn’t spend my savings coming all the way to Italy to ogle another fuckboy. I could’ve done that in London by swiping on the apps for free.

I was here to fall in love.

A flutter of excitement rippled in my stomach.

In less than an hour and a half I’d be meeting my perfect match and he was going to blow Romeo and all the wastemen I’d had the misfortune of dating out of the water.

Yep.

This date was going to be epic.

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ROMEO

Mr Bean?

As I stormed into my office and replayed my conversation with the new guest, Samantha, I ground my jaw.

I looked nothing like Mr Bean.

He was old enough to be my father. Maybe even my grandfather.

And Sheldon?

I did not mean any offence to either of those actors, because I knew both were very successful and popular, but the only resemblance we shared was that we were men.

Her comments were ridiculous.

I should not be surprised considering she had admitted that she had too much to drink on the plane.

Anyway, I had more important things to worry about than what a guest with a smart mouth thought about me.

Sì, it was a pretty mouth, but what came out of it was nonsense.

When I first saw her get out of the car, I admit that I thought she was attractive.

She had light brown skin, striking hair which was dark brown at the roots and pink at the ends and a beautiful, curvaceous figure.

But I was attracted to strong, intelligent women and someone who believes they could have jet lag after a short flight with a one-hour time difference did not fall into that category.

Perhaps I was being too harsh.

I pulled out the chair and sat at my desk. Some people may feel affected when flying even a short distance. Or maybe she was just nervous.

Ordinarily, I would have agreed that she was right about the wine on planes often being terrible, but she had caught me at a bad time. I had received some upsetting news just before she arrived, so I was not as friendly as I would normally be.

I blew out a breath then picked up my phone.

‘Ciao, Mamma. Sorry I took so long to call back. I had to check in one of the new guests. How is Biscotti?’

Earlier our family dog, a beautiful chocolate Labrador called Biscotti was rushed to the vet and just before Mamma called, she told me that they were not sure whether she would make it.

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