The Moretti Seduction by Katherine Garbera

restaurant to buy something yummy for all of them. Her father was going to ride back to her parents’ house with her. He wanted, as he’d said, to make sure she still realized that the Vallerio family had been done a grave injustice.
    The valet brought her car and she got in after tipping the man. Her father sat quietly until she’d navigated out of the traffic on the Champs-Elysées.
    “Thank you for all your hard work with the Moretti Motors people,” Emile said, “but I don’t think this newest offer of theirs is going to be one we can accept.”
    “Why not? I think the terms are good and that we will make the profit that we wanted to from this agreement.”
    Nathalie made a left turn and then glanced over at her father. His mouth was pinched tight and he looked like a very old man for a minute. “Papa?”
    “I’m fine. We don’t need the Morettis to make a profit. I don’t want to give away the farm just to have a piece of their pie.”
    She shook her head. “I know what I’m doing.”
    “Do you? I’ve always been impressed by your business savvy and the way you conduct yourself, but Antonio Moretti…he’s slick and smooth and I’m not sure you can handle him.”
    If her father only knew. She’d faced men like Antonio on more than one occasion and always come back a winner. “Papa, don’t you trust me?”
    “ Oui, cherie, I trust you.”
    “Then why are you asking me all these questions?”
    “I guess it is simply that I don’t trust the Moretti men not to do something underhanded. And you are my daughter, Nathalie. I don’t want you hurt the way my aunt Anna was.”
    She understood that. “I’m not Tante Anna, Papa, and I’m not going to let Antonio use me the way that Lorenzo did her. I’m more than capable of handling myself around Antonio.”
    “ Bien. That’s all I wanted to say. Also we cannot accept less than seventy percent of the profits from the roadster. I talked to the rest of the board already and they are adamant as well.”
    Nathalie turned onto the street where her parents lived. “Papa, that’s impossible. Antonio has already turned that offer down.”
    “Then tell him he’ll have to try harder to come up with a better offer than he has so far.”
    “I will.”
    Nathalie parked on the street in front of her parents’ house with a feeling that her father was never going to accept any relationship she had with Antonio. And that made her a little sad because she had started to see Antonio as a man. Not the Moretti monster that her family had always painted the Moretti heirs to be.

    Holding his nephew reinforced to Antonio how important it was to focus on the legacy of Moretti Motors. Marco and Virginia were obviously in love and Antonio saw no latent signs of the Moretti curse in his brother’s house, but as they left to go meet Ian Stark and Antonio handed his nephew back to Virginia, he realized that he didn’t want to take any chances.
    He didn’t want Enzo to experience what he and his brothers had when their house had to be sold and they had to move to Nono ’s house. That wasn’t acceptable to him.
    He knew that meant he had to cool it with Nathalie. He had to treat her the same way he would treat any other woman he’d started an affair with. Sending flowers was okay, but one-of-a-kind nightgowns probably wasn’t the right tone if he wanted to keep this relationship like all of his other affairs.
    But it was too late to cancel the sexy negligee he’d ordered to be delivered tomorrow morning. Earlier he’d thought he’d seduce her further over the phone and then send her that sexy nightgown for her to wear the next time she came to Milan. But now…Oh, hell, he wasn’t sure.
    He followed Dom to his home, which was only three streets from Marco’s. They’d all purchased homes in the same area of Milan so that they were close to the Moretti Motors corporate offices and each other. They were only eighteen months apart and had always been very