The Marriage Trap Read Free Page B

if he played with the idea of tugging down her shirt and bending his head to suck on her nipples. On cue, her breasts swelled in fierce demand, ready to play. Why did he affect her so intensely?
    “Fine, la mia tigrotta .” His rich, lilting tone stripped her naked and wrapped her in crushed velvet.
    Maggie inwardly cursed. “Very funny.”
    He lifted a brow. “It is not meant to be funny. You reminded me of a little tiger the first moment we met.”
    She refused to get in an argument about something so ridiculous. Maggie waved off his endearment and headed toward the door. “We better get out there. Alexa was looking for Lily.”
    He followed with Lily tucked neatly in his arms and ran straight into Alexa’s mother.
    “Maggie, darling, I’ve been looking for you!” Maria McKenzie kissed both cheeks and gazed at her with a warmth that always tripped up her heart. “Here is my beautiful granddaughter. Come here, my darling.” She took Lily and bestowed more kisses on Michael. “I heard she needed changing but it seems you make a good team.”
    Why did the entire family hold the misconception they’d be perfect together? Maggie held back a sigh while Michael laughed. “Ah, Mrs. McKenzie, you know how wonderful Maggie is about taking care of her niece. I only sat back and watched.”
    Guilt snagged her hard. She smiled but shot him a dirty look. Why did he always seem to come out the good guy?
    “I’m having a small dinner for everyone this Friday and insist you both join me,” Maria announced.
    Those family dinners used to belong to only Maggie, Alexa, and Nick. She almost sagged with relief when she remembered her schedule. “I’m sorry, Mrs. McKenzie, I’ll be flying to Milan this week. I leave in two days for a photo shoot.”
    “Then I will reschedule for when you arrive back home. Now, let me take this little one back out to the party, and I will see you later.”
    Alexa’s mom disappeared down the hallway, and Maggie suddenly noticed Michael’s strange expression. “You’re flying to Milan? For how long?”
    She shrugged. “Probably a week. I’ll take some time to make new contacts, do some shopping.”
    “Hmmm.” Somehow, the uncommitted sound seemed ominous. He looked at her as if studying her in a new light for the first time, probing her face, then dropping to her body, as if searching under her fashionable outfit for something more.
    “Dude, why are you looking at me like that?” She shifted her feet as a tingly warmth heated between her thighs. No way was she going there. If there were one man in the world she’d never sleep with if the zombies took over the earth and they were the only ones left to procreate, it was Michael Conte.
    “I may have a proposition for you,” he murmured.
    She pushed away the memory of their first meeting and forced a smirk. “Sorry, babe. That ship has sailed and left port.”
    She refused to look back as she walked away.
    •   •   •
    Michael sipped his cognac and watched as the party winded down. Luscious chocolate chip cannoli cake and pots of strong coffee were served, and a relaxed atmosphere rippled through the rooms as family and friends began making their good-byes.
    Tension swirled in his gut and fought with the lovely fire of the alcohol. This time he was in trouble. Big trouble. After the phone call with Venezia and Dominick, he decided to confront his mother with a well-placed battle plan.
    Michael knew sticking with the family tradition was impossible. He also realized his mother believed strongly in rules and rarely broke them. He had decided on an alternate plan that seemed brilliant. He’d throw her a story about a steady girlfriend, with a wedding in the firm future, and even promise a visit. Then he’d calmly insist Venezia marry first because of her history with Dominick, and he would cite Papa’s heavenly blessing. Maybe he’d tell her he saw it in a dream, something to soothe her doubts.
    Until his other sister Julietta