The Millionaire's Unexpected Proposal (Entangled Indulgence) Read Free Page B

him?” Camilla’s sister stared at her. “How could you not tell him?”
    “He’s different now.” Camilla paced across the room, stopped, and looked out the window at the Atlantic Ocean.
    “Well, duh,” Olivia said, stretching her long limbs and leaning back on the bed. To all appearances, she was the typical 15-year-old, obsessing over the latest pop star, the coolest fashions, the hottest boys in school. Thank God, Camilla thought. She would never let a single day go by without remembering to be thankful. If this had been the only thing Danny had given her, it would have been enough.
    “So what did you say?”
    “That I wanted him to marry me.”
    He sister stared at her, mouth gaping. “Well, that’s an original opening.”
    Camilla shrugged. “It bought me a meeting with him. Dinner. Tonight.” She looked at her watch.
    “So where’s he meeting you?”
    “Here.”
    “ Here? ” Olivia glanced at the closed door across the suite. “What about JD?”
    “Well, since JD’s the whole point…”
    “Look,” Olivia said, her brilliantly blue eyes turning a deeper shade with intensity. “Let’s just leave now. We can go anyplace. There’s enough money—you don’t have to do this. We’ll just…we’ll go live in Italy!”
    Camilla shook her head. “We’re not going to start running.” Arguably the only thing of value her mother had passed on to her and her sister was dual citizenship in Italy, a result of her mother’s paternal grandfather, who immigrated to the United States in the 1930s, dying a few years later without ever having renounced his Italian citizenship. It seemed to Camilla to be a tenuous link, but her mother had investigated it and obtained dual citizenship for herself and both her daughters, claiming it gave them “an international flair.” Camilla, however, had no desire to live in exile from the only country she considered her home. Compared to that, a marriage of convenience to the father of her child seemed like not such a big sacrifice at all.
    “Trust me, Liv. This is the only answer. It’ll be fine.”
    “He’ll hate you.”
    “Probably. It’ll only be for a year at most. Then we really will be able to start over.”
    “Promise?”
    “Absolutely.”
    Olivia didn’t look convinced.
    “Listen,” Camilla said. “I better get downstairs. I’m supposed to meet him at the restaurant, and he’s probably on his way here now.”
    There was a knock at the door and they both jumped guiltily.
    “Do you think…”
    Camilla shook her head. “He doesn’t know what room we’re in.” She peeked through the eyehole in the door, then looked at Olivia. “I guess he found out.”
    Camilla opened the door and tried to slip out into the hallway, but Sam blocked the door from closing.
    “Aren’t you going to invite me in, Camilla?”
    “No, I’m ready to go down…” Even with heels on, she had to tilt her head up to look in his eyes. She’d forgotten how tall he was. His shoulders seem broader now that she was so close to him, and he had an air of confidence that bordered on arrogance. He exuded a kind of casual power that seemed just as intimidating standing in a hotel hallway as it had been sitting behind the desk in his opulent office.
    “Who’s in the room with you?” He took hold of her elbow lightly. “Your lover? I want to know exactly what’s going on here, and I don’t think you want to have this conversation in the hallway.”
    She stepped back and let him in the door.
    …
    Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t to see a teenage girl sitting on the bed.
    “This is my sister, Olivia. Livvy, this is Sam Flanagan.”
    “Hi.”
    Sam felt a little foolish.
    The girl was staring at him like he was some sort of fascinating other species. She looked over at Camilla. “Oh my God, Cam. You didn’t tell me he looked exactly like—”
    “Liv!”
    “Sorry.” She silently studied Sam another ten seconds or so, then shrugged.
    “Are you satisfied? Can