The Couple who Fooled the World Page 2

  “Neat,” she said.

  “Does your phone link up to home security?”

  “No. But it has really cool gaming apps.”

  “How is it that your phones are outselling mine?” he asked, dark brows locked together.

  “Did you not just hear me say the words really cool and games? That’s how.”

  “There is no practical use in that.”

  “Right, and practicality is fine, but the vast majority of people do not have security that screams ‘I’m paranoid.’”

  “And how is your security?” he asked.

  “It screams ‘I’m paranoid.’ But I don’t need to control it from my phone.”

  He lifted his phone. “Admit it, though, it’s very…cool.”

  “All right, fine. It is.”

  “This is all making my case very nicely for me.” The limo pulled up in front of a massive home, more reminiscent of an Italian palazzo than of the other homes that were set into the hill side.

  “What case is that?”

  Ferro opened his door and got out, then rounded to her side, opening the passenger door for her. He leaned in and she caught the scent of him again. Her heart tripped over itself again. And then he offered her his hand.

  “Stuff it, Calvaresi, this is a business meeting.” She got out of the car, avoiding his touch, and leaned past him, closing the door herself. “If you wouldn’t do that for a male business rival, don’t do it for me.”

  “I shall make a note of the fact that my touch disturbs you.”

  “Disturbs me? Your touch nothings me. But I won’t have you engaging in subtle power plays here. Tell me what it is you want so I can get back in the limo and make my way back down Fort Ferro and back into civilization. I’m in serious need of some wine at this point in the day.”

  “Then come in and have some,” he said. “Because this isn’t going to be a brief meeting.”

  “Oh, no, it is, because I can already tell I’m not going to like what you have to say.”

  “You won’t like it, but you aren’t stupid. That means you’ll listen.”

  “Does it?”

  “Yes. My case is this. You have something I need, I have something you need. The only way we’re going to get this deal is by joining forces.”

  “I would rather be thrown into the fires of Mount Doom.”

  “Noble. But it isn’t going to get you your deal. Working with me will.”

  “Wrong. It will get me half a deal.”

  “It’s better than no deal. And it’s better than Hamlin getting the deal.”

  “And why am I more okay with you getting the deal than Hamlin?” she asked. She knew Scott Hamlin was a big-time jerk, she wasn’t unobservant and the word about him that she heard was never good. She’d hired people who’d come from Hamlin Tech for low level positions and their view of their ex-boss was never flattering. But then, she imagined people who were let go at Anfalas had bad things to say about her and her executives.

  She’d scalped a few of Ferro’s employees, too, and the word tyrant came up once or twice. And, if she was asked to sum up Ferro Calvaresi, nice guy wouldn’t be her words of choice.

  But, neither of them had ever been accused of sexually harassing employees or female tech bloggers, either. Hamlin was a chauvinist pig with a capital oink, in addition to being generally unscrupulous. And if there was one thing she could not stand it was jackass men who thought they were entitled to a woman’s body just because they were men, or because they paid her wages, or whatever lame excuse they came up with to justify their behavior.

  So, yeah, for that? She wanted Hamlin to fry. But she wasn’t going to come off as too eager to Ferro, either.

  “The fact that you have to ask proves that you aren’t very familiar with Hamlin.”

  “I’m pretty familiar with you and I’m not especially fond of you.” She looked down at her watch. An extravagant, custom-made piece with her patented OnePhone interface built into it, and started the stopwatch. “You have one minute to convince me to go in, Calvaresi, or I walk.”

  “Sorry, cara mia, I don’t work that way.”

  “So you aren’t even going to try?”

  “I only have one thing to say on the subject. Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  “IS THAT SUPPOSED to intrigue me?”

  Annoyance coursed through Ferro’s veins and the blame rested squarely with Julia Anderson. But then, it often did. The woman was a menace.

  And she was continuing the trend. No one spoke to him like this. No one treated him like this. But then, very few people were so close to being equal with him. Julia’s company had come up from nowhere five years ago and had fast gained worldwide popularity. Anfalas was dedicated to bringing the technology fantasies were made out of into reality.

  Needless to say, her vision was a popular one. Creative vision combined with an aptitude for all things tech that came naturally to her in a way he hadn’t witnessed with anyone but…well, anyone but himself. It made her quite formidable.

  Though she fancied herself more formidable than she was. She’d proven that without a doubt today. Acting as though she could turn his offer around on him? Assume the power in the situation?

  Not likely.

  “It was,” he said. “And it did.”

  “Did it?” She crossed her arms beneath small, perfectly formed breasts and tilted her head to the side, blond hair cascading over her shoulder in a wave. She was dressed in all black, her signature look. Ridiculous when they lived on the California coast, but he imagined she thought it made her look like a badass.

  In his estimation, it made her seem like a pale, spindly, wannabe-goth chick, but she hadn’t asked his opinion.

  “There has to be a reason you’re breathing so hard,” he said. “It’s either interest in the project or in…me.” He flashed her his best smile, the one he knew for a fact made women melt in their overpriced shoes. He had the attraction game down to a fine art. He was an expert in enticement. Ironically the women he’d always worked to entice hadn’t truly needed it, but they liked to play like they did. Liked to be seduced. It made them feel desired, and when a man could make a woman feel desired…he ended up with all the power and no need to strong-arm.

  “Well, it’s not interest in you, so we can check that off the list,” she said, her lips tight.

  He’d honestly thought as much. Julia seemed to have a serious aversion to him. But he could use that against her just as effectively as he could use a feigned seduction. There was always an in with people. Always a vulnerability. A weakness.

  Except with him. Not anymore. Eventually a weakness was hit at too many times and it healed over with scar tissue far too thick to penetrate again. Ironic, how a weakness could develop into the hardest point to breach. But it had happened in his life.

  “So it must be interest in my plan. In which case, I would ask you to come inside where we might speak privately.”

  “You have security that rivals the Pentagon, I’m pretty sure we’re private anywhere on your property.”

  “I never take chances.”

  “Is paranoia a cultural thing?”

  “What?”

  “Are all Italians similarly paranoid?”

  “Perhaps if they grew up on the streets of Rome. That has a tendency to make you a little paranoid.” A little paranoid. A little lawless. It had a way of searing the conscience so that all the bad decisions just rolled off like water.

  Well, not quite all of them. But that was all right, too. Because some lessons needed to be remembered.

  “All right. Well. I can see how that might make you a bit more…cautious. More so than me because…the suburbs of Ohio aren’t exactly mean.”

  “Now that we’ve gotten the basic information easily found in our bios out in the open, would you like to come in and hear what I have to say?”

  She squinted, blue eyes glittering from behind a thick fringe of lashes. �
��Not especially. But I will.”

  “So, I do intrigue you.”

  “Don’t let it go to your head.”

  “This way.” He put his hand on her lower back and he felt her tense beneath his touch. She was certainly jumpy around him. No melting. No lingering looks. The woman didn’t respond in the way other women did. It would make her more difficult to manipulate. More difficult, but not impossible.

  “Would you do that to a male colleague?” she asked once they were through the double doors of his home and in the spacious antechamber.

  “Can’t say that I would. But you are not a man, so stop asking me to treat you like one.”

  “I want to be treated like an equal.”

  “Was that somehow not treating you like an equal?”

  “I…well…you were treating me differently.”

  “Different is unequal in some way?”

  “Did you ask me here to debate gender politics or are you going to show me to your study and give me your spiel?”

  “The latter.” He walked down the marble halls, appreciating the opulence of his home with each step he took. Appreciating that it was his.

  He’d spent too many nights on cold cobblestone not to appreciate it. And too many other nights in soft beds that belonged to other people. And honestly, in the end, he wasn’t certain the cobblestone wasn’t the better option.

  The hall opened up into another room with a broad arched doorway, one that reminded him of old buildings in Italy. Places that were far too grand to allow him admittance. So he’d built them for himself, now that he could afford them.

  Antique furniture that cost more simply because it was old decorated the room, another possession he’d acquired simply because he could. Same with the marble busts and old vases. Things he’d bought because, before, they were things that museum docents and shopkeepers wouldn’t even let him look at.

  Now he owned them. Now he owned whatever he wanted. The cost of it had been high enough that he felt entitled to reminders.

  Julia sat in the biggest chair in the room, maroon and wingback. She crossed one slim, leather clad leg over the other and leaned back, tapping her patent black stiletto heel on the hard floor.

  “Spill it, Calvaresi.”

  “I want to partner with you and present our plan to Barrows. We can land the account together. And, I have it on good authority, we will easily remove Hamlin from the equation forever if we play our cards right.”

  “What?”

  “To which piece of the statement?”

  “All of it. But start with Hamlin.”

  “He’s on the downward slide. He’s in so much debt that the only thing that could possibly save Hamlin Tech at this point is a major new account. Barrows. If we don’t partner on it, odds are, he gets it. And the bigger picture here, Julia, is not so much you or I getting the account as it is being able to get rid of a key player in our industry.”

  “That’s…well, it’s dastardly, is what it is.”

  “I’d twirl my mustache if I had one,” he said, his tone dry.

  “I’m serious, why bother to take Hamlin out?”

  “Is it your goal to be more successful than him? To steal his customers and cut into his market share?”

  “Yes,” she said.

  “Well, it’s my goal, too. It’s my goal to do it to you, too, but I can put that on hold because I see an opportunity here. Frankly Hamlin is a bastard, and while I’m not the nicest guy I don’t have sweatshops throughout Asia, or harass my female employees.”

  “So you’re just going to play like you’re swooping in and saving the world from Hamlin Tech and all the evil it commits?”

  “No,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest, “but it’s another reason he’s an enticing target. The main reason is that I want to be the last man standing.”

  “And why should I enable you to get one step closer to your goal?”

  “Because it takes you one step closer, too.”

  “So we charge in together, then when the enemy is destroyed we turn our weapons on to each other?” She uncrossed her legs and tilted her head to the side, finely groomed eyebrows arched.

  “Exactly. Is that a problem?”

  “I’m not sure.” She folded her hands on her lap and leaned forward, resting her chin on them. She was an interesting woman. All limbs and pale skin and hair, brimming with a kind of uncontainable energy that always seemed to vibrate beneath the surface.

  “As long as we’re working together, we’re working together.”

  She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and Ferro felt a strange, answering jolt in his gut. She was a lovely thing. The sort who had no idea just how lovely. She would need a lot of flattering words, a lot of touch, nonsexual touch, in order to open up. In order to enjoy an encounter with a man.

  He mentally castigated himself for the direction of his thoughts. This wasn’t the time. And assessing women like that, figuring out what they really wanted, how he might go about fulfilling that, wasn’t part of his life anymore.

  He hadn’t looked at a woman like that in years and he wasn’t sure why he did it now. He wasn’t after a girlfriend, mistress or woman-for-hire which meant there was no point. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel attraction, simply that it registered in his body and nowhere else.

  Maybe because she was a puzzle. Something about her didn’t fit. The energy, for one. She worked so hard to play it down, but she could hardly sit still. Then there was the don’t-touch-me black clothes. He imagined they were meant to make her look confident, but in his mind, it only betrayed the fact that she wasn’t. She was wearing armor that was far too easy to recognize as such.

  But no matter how intriguing, he wasn’t going there with her. He would not revert to the man he’d been trained to be. He’d escaped that. He used it when it suited him, not when it didn’t. He wasn’t on a leash anymore.

  “Meaning you won’t stab me in the back during this…caper?”

  “I wouldn’t call it a caper. Although, it will require a bit of…finesse.”

  “Meaning?”

  This was the part she wouldn’t like. The part that would have been easy with another woman. But Julia wasn’t easy. She didn’t respond to his flirtation. Didn’t respond to his charm. Charm he knew was lethal in most cases.

  But not in this one. Interesting. It made her so very interesting. It always had. No one else went toe-to-toe with him. No one, not even Scott Hamlin, would dare pull such public stunts the way she did. She’d pushed him to start doing the same. She’d forced him to act. So very interesting to meet someone who had that kind of power.

  But it was in his control now.

  “We’ll have to make it look like our…merging—”

  “This is not a merger,” she bit out.

  “For the project,” he said.

  “Fine,” she said, barely civil. “Go on.”

  “We’ll have to make our merging look organic.”

  “And how do you propose we do that?”

  In some ways, the fact that she wasn’t going to like his suggestion made it even more perfect. Anything he could do to tip the balance of power further to his favor was only good. And the more flustered she was, the more control he would have. “It would be completely expected for a couple to discuss a project and come to the conclusion that collaboration would be the best for all involved.”

  Her blue eyes glittered. “Are you suggesting that we…that we feign some kind of personal involvement?”

  “You’re sanitizing it,” he said, smiling. “I’m suggesting we pretend we’re heavily involved in a scorching affair.”

  Julia exploded from the chair and started pacing the room. “That’s insane. As if I would ever…As if you would…As if…As if!”

  “You find the idea so offensive?” He crossed the room and sat in the chair she’d just been occupying.

  “I find it unbelievable. After the stunt you pulled today do you really think anyone would believe that you
and I…”

  “There’s a fine line between hate and lust, cara mia.”

  “Maybe if you have a disconnect between your brain and your nether regions.”

  “And many people do.”

  She looked down, then back up, hands planted on her hips. “That’s crazy.”

  “Do you have a better idea? Why should Barrows have any confidence in our ability to work together if we present a proposal out of the blue?”

  She flung her hands wide. “Because we’re awesome!”

  “Awesome doesn’t score points in business, Julia, and this is where being like me has an advantage over being like you.”

  “Like me as in young, extremely smart, creative and—”

  “Green. Untried. Untrained.”

  “And what about you, Ferro Calvaresi, graduate of the school of hard knocks?”

  No, she wasn’t a woman to win over with seduction. But when she was challenged? She couldn’t resist fighting back. “Hard knocks? Have you been reading my unauthorized bio?”

  Color stained her cheeks, crimson against the pale white of her skin. “No. It’s a common expression.”

  “And it’s also in the front jacket of the book. My rise to success from the seedy underbelly of Rome. Fantastic reading. If you like a fairy tale.”

  It was almost amusing that she, along with the rest of the world, had jumped at the chance to read about his sordid past. And it was sordid, no mistake, no denying. A good thing for him, the book only scratched the surface. Sure there were whispers, whispers that were close to the truth, but no one really knew.

  “I have no idea what book you’re talking about.”

  “I think you do, but you can have your lie.”

  She was all but bouncing in place now, her knee flexing in time with something in her head. Probably the horrible names she was silently calling him. “Fine. I read it. Know your enemy and all. The Art of War. See? I’m on top of stuff.”

  “It’s like your mommy and daddy got you a CEO boxed set for Christmas. Did you also get a world’s best boss mug and a zen garden?”

  “Make your point, or I walk,” she bit out.