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Eve saw him on the other side of the room and time stood still. It felt like watching a movie, like fantasy was making reality disappear. That click. That hum. That look when you meet a man's eyes and you know he's the only man. Of course it had to be a fantasy. What other explanation could there be for knowing that a complete stranger was the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with? But that man was no stranger, though that could also be a fantasy. After all, a long time had passed. Eve stared at her drink before she dared to look at him again, but this time he turned and, although he was disappointed to see that the man did not share her fascination, she was able to study him to his heart's content. She was almost certain it was Luke. She had black hair and a proud face that Eve looked at as if she wanted to memorize her features or remember them. Hard, smart black eyes, a Roman nose and a mouth that was both seductive and ruthless. She was attractive and sexy, and had a confident look. The room was full of rich and prosperous men, but he stood out with his golden skin that shone like silk and his muscular body. He looked like an aristocrat from another era, but at the same time he was a modern man. Eve used to get an idea of ​​people quickly, but she could have stayed there all afternoon. The man was wearing elegant clothes: a white shirt with a strong body and black trousers that highlighted his long legs. hard and muscular. Although he was calm, he exuded a vitality that made the other men seem insignificant. He had his head tilted to one side and listened to the blonde woman next to him wearing a shiny dress. The woman spoke with an enthusiasm that suggested to Eve that she was not the only conscious person in front of a man who seemed to be from another world. But this did not surprise her, because any woman in the fullness of her mental faculties should feel attracted to him. The woman spoke with an enthusiasm that suggested to Eve that she was not the only conscious person in front of a man who seemed to be from another world. But this did not surprise her, because any woman in the fullness of her mental faculties should feel attracted to him. The woman spoke with an enthusiasm that suggested to Eve that she was not the only conscious person in front of a man who seemed to be from another world. But this did not surprise her, because any woman in the fullness of her mental faculties should feel attracted to him.

- Eve? Eve turned her head and saw her host approaching her with a bottle of champagne in her hand to fill her almost empty glass. - Can I tempt you with another glass?

Eve had planned to leave quickly and wanted her first glass to be the last, but she said so.

- Thanks, Michael.

Eve looked around the room as Michael filled his glass. The curtains were drawn and the light of the moon reflected in the water could be seen, while in the room the lively conversations indicated that the evening had been a success.

Eve raised her glass.

- Happy Birthday! Your wife is lucky!

- Yes. "But not everyone likes surprises," he said.

Eve looked at Luca again.

- The truth is, I don't know. In any case, it's a successful party.

Michael smiled.

- Yes. I'm glad you were able to come, because not everyone can be proud of having a television personality at his party!

Eve laughed.

- Michael Gore! You know me since I was a tadpole! You saw me in a school uniform and with my knees full of bruises. I don't think that if I present the morning show, I am definitely a television personality.

- But you did very well.

Maybe she did, but at this point she felt vulnerable, and she was horrified to find that she had drunk almost the entire glass of champagne and that Luca was still listening to that enthusiastic blonde. And the last thing she needed in her life was the complication of a charismatic man who was every woman's dream. Eve had learned quite quickly that it was important to achieve your goals as long as they were realistic.

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"The truth is, I need sleep," he sighed. - Waking up at three in the morning has its negative effects. You don't mind me leaving sooner, do you?

"It bothers me a lot," Michael joked. - But I don't want your fans to blame me for having dark circles! You can leave whenever you want ... but why don't you come to dinner tomorrow after you finish the program? Lizzy and I barely had a chance to talk to you today.

Eve smiled. That's how she could play with her son who had slept most of the afternoon.

"I'd love to," she murmured. - About twelve?

"Then I'll see you at twelve."

She had been tempted to ask him what Luca was looking for at the party, but she was no longer a teenager. And in any case, what could he say? "Who is that man talking to the blonde?" Who is that tall, brunette and attractive monument? "Or could he take courage and say," Isn't that Luca Cardelli? "

But Michael realized she was looking at him.

- You know Luca Cardelli, don't you? he asked.

"Vague," she replied, trying to keep her tone neutral. He was here one summer, about ten years ago, right?

- That's how it is. He sailed in a huge white boat. Superb. And he was an incredible sailor, he made us all laugh.

- I didn't know he was friends with you.

- I was a colleague that summer and I kept in touch, although I haven't seen him in years. But he sent me an e-mail telling me he was in business in London, so I invited him.

Eve thought about how long she would stay, but she didn't ask. It wasn't her problem, and it could make a bad impression.

- Look ! Fireworks! he said, noticing the colorful sky in the sky. Michael leaves to fill a guest's glass and leaves Eve by the window with her thoughts and memories.

Luca looked at her and watched her ass move under her green silk dress as she approached the window. People were staring at her, and he wondered why. But he had seen her, he had seen her earlier, even before she began to look at him. Luke was accustomed to attracting women's attention, and he had never taken the first step, though he sometimes wondered what it was like. The most satisfying business was the one she had to fight for, even though women were not like business. He was born with something that attracted the opposite sex, and when he started looking for women, he realized very quickly that he could have who he wanted, when he wanted, and with the conditions he imposed.

- Luca!

-Mmm?

- You didn't hear a word I said!

"I'm sorry," he smiled and shrugged. I feel guilty. I grabbed you, and here are a lot of men you want to talk to.

- You're the only man I want to talk to! she said shamelessly.

"But it's not right," he said softly, dear.

" I like it when you speak Italian," the woman confessed.

Luke stared at his large blue eyes like an ocean and invited him to dive into them.

Unconsciously, she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips, which shone like an invitation. It was too easy, he could take her to bed in an hour. At the age of twenty-one he would have been tempted, but he was ten years older and exhausted.

- Excuse me? Luca murmured. - I have to make a call.

- In Italy?

- No, New York.

- Wow! - he exclaims, as if he were going to get in touch with the planet Mars.

Luke smiled again.

- It was a pleasure meeting you. He walks away from her before she can ask him anything else.

The woman in green kept looking out the window, it was something intriguing to her, the way she kept her distance. Luke crossed the room, and stopped beside her.

- It's spectacular, isn't it?

She did not answer immediately. Her heart was pounding. It was weird how you could react in front of someone, even if you didn't want to.

"Very spectacular," he said without moving or looking at him.

- Aren't you enjoying the party?

Then she turned, mentally preparing to see some bright black eyes and sensual lips. When he did, he realized that it was much more devastating than he remembered, maybe even more so.

- Why do you think this?

- Because you're alone here.

"I'm gone now," she said dryly.

- Do you want me to leave?

- Of course not. The view is for everyone, I'm not going to take it.

Luke was very intrigued.

- You were watching me, dear.

Realised !

- Okay, I'm guilty. Has this ever happened to you before? - the mocking challenge.

"I don't remember," he joked.

Eve opened her mouth to answer something stinging, but closed it again. Once upon a time, Luke had been kind to her, and she couldn't blame him for being terribly attractive and for feeling like an unrequited teenage love for him. Even now he was not to blame for being so attractive.

- How do you like Hamble?

"It's not the first time I've been here," he said.

- Know.

- Know?

- You don't remember me, do you?

He noticed her and saw that she was not his type. She was tall and had narrow hips, and he liked small, shapely women. She also didn't have a pretty face, but she was interesting. A face with character, with smart gray eyes, a defined mouth and tall cheekbones.

It was difficult to tell what color her hair was, if the color was natural, because she had caught it in a bun. Her clothes were as austere as that bun: a simple, straight green silk dress that reached to her knees, revealing some of her tanned legs. The only thing that caught her attention were those shiny sandals covered with sequins and toenails that were painted a bright red.

Luke shook his head.

- No, I don't remember you. Should?

- The truth is no.

Eve shrugged slightly and turned back to the window.

- Tell me.

Eve smiled.

"But there's nothing to tell!"

- Tell me anyway.

Eve sighed. Why did you bring up this topic? Why did the nature of her work make her explore people's feelings and reactions?

- You came one summer, a long time ago, but in reality we almost didn't know each other.

Luca raised an eyebrow. So she was a woman he had slept with and forgotten about. There had been only one woman during that summer, and it had been her antithesis.

It had been a summer to make money, money that had never been in abundance in Eve's life. Although after her father's death, her mother had started working so that they would not miss anything, there had never been enough money to buy the things a seventeen-year-old girl was worth: clothes, shoes, music, makeup, stupid and frivolous things. .

She was happy when she managed to get a job as a waitress at that prestigious yacht club. He had never known that world of elegant boats, expensive clothes, tanned bodies, and glamorous parties. She had no experience as a waitress, but she was known in that small town as a studious and hardworking girl, and she certainly knew that she really needed that money and that she didn't want that job just to hunt down a boyfriend. rich. But one day, Luca Cardelli anchored his yacht in the harbor, capturing the attention of all the women around him.

The men who used to sail were fit, muscular, strong and had tanned skin, but Luca was all that and Italian. It had been an irresistible combination.

Eve felt overwhelmed and, suddenly, all her abilities as a waitress had abandoned her, amazed by the charm of the Italian Luca. He dropped his tray of shrimp, and half of them had fallen to the ground.

Smiling, he handed her a large napkin.

- Do it quickly and no one will notice

No one except him, of course. Eve wished the earth would open up and swallow her, but she thought it was just a phase in her life when she had completely fallen in love with a man who saw her as part of the scene.

The end-of-season dance celebrated at the yacht club was the event of the year, and the entrance to that event was very expensive and not everyone could enter.

"Are you going to the dance on Saturday?" - he asked her in the afternoon while he was having a drink on the terrace.

Here's the care.

- No, I'm not going.

Luca raised an eyebrow.

- Why not? Don't you want to go dancing like all the girls your age?

- Of course I do, but ...

- But what?

It was humiliating to say that there was no one who wanted to take her, and the entrance was much more expensive than she earned in a month. She wished Luke didn't look at her that way.

"Admission is too expensive for a waitress's salary," she said sincerely.

- Ah.

No one had said anything, but that afternoon when Eve went to get her coat she had found an envelope for her, and inside was an invitation to dance, there was also a small note from Luke: I want I see you dancing.

Eve felt like Cinderella. Her friend Sally had lent her a dress, but Sally was taller than her and had to arrange for her. Even after arranging it, you could see exactly what it was: a borrowed dress.

Eve looked suspiciously in the mirror.

- I do not know...

- Nonsense! "You're gorgeous," Sally said. But you need a little makeup.

-Not too much.

- Eve, did Luca Cardelli give you an invitation or not? Well, believe me, no man would spend that much money if he weren't interested. You have to look sophisticated and mature, because you want to be hugged and danced with you all night long, right?

Of course I do. But Eve felt like a fish on land when she entered that room. Everyone seemed to be accompanied by someone except her. And when Luca arrived he had a woman in his arms, a woman in a fabulous dress with a deep neckline.

Everyone watched them with fascination and envy as they danced in a way that left no doubt as to how the night would end for the two of them. Eve felt her stomach turn upside down and looked at them until she couldn't stand it anymore. He just greeted her and told her she looked good, and Eve wondered how she could be so bad. Get out of the ballroom and head home. Once there, she removed her make-up and carefully put the dress borrowed from Sally in the closet. Luca returned to Italy shortly after, and she couldn't even say goodbye or thank him. But this experience is a mark. That evening he swears that someone will arrive and that he will profit from everything. She did admit that she was not an attractive girl, but she was smart and determined, so she would have confidence in these skills.

Time passed. Eve looking at those dark eyes now was a completely different Eve.

- I was a waitress at the yacht club.

He shook his head.

- Excuse me, but ...

- You bought me an invitation to dance.

Something awoke deep in his mind, and he remembered a sweet, clumsy girl trying to look bigger than she really was.

How fast the young women were growing!

- Yes, I remember now.

- And I could never thank you, so thank you - she smiled with the same lovely smile she used in her professional life.

"You don't have to," he murmured, thinking about how much he had changed. Was that elegant, confident woman the same person?

His dark eyes gleamed and suddenly Eve felt vulnerable. She's tired. She didn't want to flirt with him or talk to him, because there was something dangerous about the man. He was an extremely attractive man who was just passing through, just like last time. Swallowing a waterfall, Eve looked at her watch.

- It's time to go.

Luca narrowed his eyes in surprise. Never before had a woman woken up while talking to him, only if she had spent the last night making love.

- It's only nine o'clock. Why so fast?

- Because I have to work in the morning.

- I do not believe.

- That's just your opinion, Mr. Cardelli. she replied, returning.

- Do you also remember my last name?

- I have a very good memory.

"To me," he said with a smile. "You'd better remind me of yours."

- Eve. Eve Peters.

Eve. Eva. The name of the first woman, a simple but strong name, the name of the woman who was attracted by desire and forbidden. She wanted to make a gum about snakes, but something in her smart eyes stopped him.

"What kind of work makes you wake up so early, Miss Peters?" Are you an assistant? Do you milk cows?

Eve laughed.

- Incorrect! - He didn't want to make her laugh, he just wanted to leave. Luke made her feel restless, and she wanted everything under control. She was calm, thoughtful, logical, and at that moment she had that kind of fantasy that was closer to that teenage girl with a borrowed dress from ten years ago. He wondered how it felt to be in Luca Cardelli's arms making love.

Luke noticed that her eyes were darkening and she felt an unexpected pain.

"Don't go," he asked softly. - Stay a little longer and talk to me.

Luke's body tensed and Eve could smell his masculine, wild scent.

"I can't," he said, smiling as he set the glass down on the windowsill. - I have to go.

"That's just your opinion," he joked.

- Good night. It was very nice to see you again.

- Goodbye, dear. - He observes her as she crosses the room.

The blonde must have seen them, because they suddenly appeared next to him. Suddenly the woman's presence seemed unpleasant and she did not feel able to bear it.

"I thought you were going to make a phone call," she said, doing the pharmacy.+

Luca wondered angrily if Bloda was spending his life doing pharmacy.

- I had fun. But thank you for reminding me.2

The blonde opened her mouth to protest, but Luca was already walking away as he took his mobile phone out of his pocket and went out to find intimacy and something better. Like Eve's body bathed in moonlight.