Alessandro's Prize by Helen Bianchin Page B

winsome smile.
    â€˜I believe every available ticket has sold,’ Sophia revealed as she accepted a flute of champagne from one of the many waiters circling the room. ‘Guests tend to be generous when the funds being raised benefit terminally ill children.’
    A request for guests to be seated as dinner was about to be served ensured a general move towards numbered tables,and Lily bore Alessandro’s light touch at the edge of her waist as he escorted them to their table.
    Shared by fellow guests, among whom were Giarda and her husband Massimo—an attractive man whose dark features held a similar degree of ruthless power on a par with Alessandro’s.
    They had fought for Giarda’s attention and Alessandro had accorded Massimo colleague , but were they friends in business, or adversaries? Lily posed as they took their seats.
    A certain mutual respect became evident, she decided as the evening progressed. Alessandro was seated between Sophia and herself, with Massimo and Giarda opposite. The remaining five guests comprised a middle-aged couple, their son and two daughters.
    Throughout the three-course dinner the eldest of the two daughters did her best to engage Alessandro’s attention, which to give him credit, he fielded with polite charm.
    Lily silently assured she didn’t care and knew she lied. Which in itself was a conundrum, given the state of her emotions were in direct contrast to the dictates of her mind.
    Come Monday she’d be involved with work, back in a kitchen, where she wanted to be. Social activities involving Alessandro’s presence would dwindle to almost nothing.
    Not before time. She’d done complicated , now all she wanted was routine and a simple lifestyle.
    The fund-raiser was announced as an outstanding success as individual donations brought the total raised beyond expectations.
    Gradually the guests began to leave, pausing to chat with friends and consequently progress into the foyer became slow.
    It had been sufficiently disturbing to be seated close to Alessandro throughout the evening; somehow it seemed evenmore so to have his arm resting loosely at her waist during their passage from ballroom to foyer.
    An action Lily attempted to convince herself was merely a courtesy and failed, for there was a sense of rightness in the contact, and although she vigorously denied it she felt… what? Protected . Which was insane.
    In the name of heaven, get real . Blame the champagne, although she’d merely sipped the contents from one flute.
    Within a few minutes she’d slip into the car with Sophia, and Carlo would deliver her to her apartment.
    Except when Sophia’s car drew level with the entrance it was Sophia who bade them both buona notte and slid into the rear seat, leaving Lily almost speechless as Carlo eased the large vehicle forward into the steady stream of departing traffic.
    â€˜I’ll get a taxi.’ The words left her lips with stiff resolve, and all it achieved was Alessandro’s studied inspection.
    â€˜That won’t be necessary.’
    â€˜I wouldn’t dream of taking you out of your way.’
    He indicated his sleek black car sliding to a halt adjacent the entrance. ‘Let’s go.’
    Lily spared a look of muted defiance, and her eyes widened as he leant in close. ‘Do you really want to argue?’
    She caught the flashbulbs of eager paparazzi, foreseeing how her reluctance would appear on celluloid, and she slid into the passenger seat with a forced smile, which she maintained until Alessandro cleared the venue and entered the main stream of traffic.
    â€˜I could easily have summoned a taxi.’
    â€˜Not unless you chose to wait in line for up to an hour or more. Something I would refuse to allow you to do.’
    She opened her mouth to verbally damn him, only to close it again.
    Silence seemed the best option, and she maintained ituntil Alessandro drew the car to a halt outside the