Come Away With Me (The Andrades) (7 page)

Was Gio seriously interested in her?

And if he was, how was she going to find the strength to avoid him?

By reminding myself that getting involved with him will only lead to heartache?
That it would be a distraction I don’t need right now?

Julia sank back into the chair behind the monitors and laid her forehead down on her folded hands.

If I know all of that, why can’t I get this stupid smile off my face?

Gio paced his home office in his
Upper West Side penthouse apartment. He’d brought work home with him, but it was still tucked, untouched, in his briefcase. Although he notoriously worked late, he’d thought a different location would help clear his head.

So far, it wasn’t helping.

He couldn’t concentrate. He groaned as he remembered what he’d said to Julia in the café. She brought out a possessive side of him he hadn’t known he had. He’d wanted to rip her away from the security guards when he’d seen her laughing with them.

He told himself to keep walking.
It was none of his business who she spoke to, who she laughed with, unless it affected her job performance. Even then, he wouldn’t normally have wasted his time by getting involved. He would’ve mentioned it to Rena and she would’ve sent an email to the head of the security department.

He had never imagined himself as the type of man who would proclaim he was uncomfortable with any woman’s relationship with her coworkers
; like some jealous boyfriend.

And that’s what made Julia dangerous.

He wasn’t himself around her.

I should just fuck her and get it over with.

Nothing breeds contempt better than familiarity. By trying to deny whatever this is, I’m giving it an artificial importance.

For all I know she lives with someone. She may
have dated half the men at Cogent while I was away. That possibility alone should be enough to keep me away from her.
Getting involved with Julia could get complicated. He didn’t do complicated.

He opened the doors to his balcony and stepped outside, hoping the fresh air would
return some of his sanity. As he looked over the skyline of the city, he wondered if what he felt for Julia was merely a side effect of how he’d been feeling lately.

A few months ago, if someone had asked him how he felt about his life he would have said he was comfortable with where he was and what he was doing. His business was thriving. Any drama that had existed within his family was in the distant past. His social life was full
, even if it was unexciting when compared to his brother Nick’s.

Unfortunately
he had made the mistake of attending a summer function with the side of his family he normally avoided. Seeing his uncles again had rekindled memories of betrayal. And, much like with Julia, he didn’t like how those old emotions threatened the calm he had worked so hard to achieve.

Every time Madison Andrade contacted him, he was reminded of how
fake that side of the family was. His uncles often spoke of love and family loyalty, but when he and his brothers had needed them the most, they had proven how hypocritical and self-serving they were. He wouldn’t be fooled by them twice.

Maybe it’s time for me to take a page out of my brother’s book and do something I want to do
.

Or, rather, someone I want to do.

A little complication might be just the distraction I’m looking for.

A few days later, Julia checked the messages on her phone from the window seat on a public bus. She wasn’t worried about missing her stop since she knew the route well. This was a ride she took as many days as she could. Down to the Diamond District with her bag that doubled as a display case for her jewelry.

Her phone rang.

“Julia.” Her father’s ever-cheerful voice rang clear across the miles. “What are you up to today?”

She smiled into the phone. “The usual. I try to pitch to one new jewelry store
each day.”

“You must be a pro by now.”

“Or something,” she said with some irony. She didn’t know if she was getting better at pitching her jewelry, but she was definitely becoming more experienced doing it.

“I am so proud of you.”

“Thanks, Dad. Eventually one of the stores is going to buy my line. Or, I will have the dubious title of being one of the few people who has met every single jeweler in New York City.”

“Just be yourself, Julia. That’s the best sales pitch.”

“I’m not sure I should take advice from someone Mom used to hide from customers.”

“That’s only because when they ask
ed me for my opinion I would give them my honest answer. Your mother is much more diplomatic than I am.”

“How is she?”

Her father was quiet for a moment. “She had a good day yesterday. I took her to the ocean. Do you remember the beach she always took you to when you were little? The one with the abandoned stone building next to it? You used to picnic in front of it. Then you always begged her to take you inside. She’d tell you that it wasn’t a good idea, but the two of you would go in anyway. She told me it was your fault. You used to pretend you knew the last owners and would insist that you’d promised you would take care of their old place. Your mother always did have a weak spot for dreamers.”

“She told you that yesterday?”

“No, honey, she didn’t remember the place.”

Julia bit her lip
and looked sadly down at her lap. For just a moment, she had let herself believe in what she knew was impossible. “I thought you said she was doing much better on her new medication.”

Her father’s tone
was gentle. “She is. We had a good day together. That’s what’s important right now. She’s happy. That’s all I care about. I want that for you too, Julia. Whether it’s in New York or here with us . . . whether you sell every piece of jewelry you make, or you discover you want something else entirely, it doesn’t matter. Just find something that makes you happy.”

The bus began to fill and
a woman sat down in the seat next to Julia. The glare the woman gave her was a not-so-subtle hint to end the call. “I have to go, Dad. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Julia
was about to return her phone to her purse when it rang again. “Did you forget something?” she asked with a laugh.

“
Julia,” a familiar male voice said, sending instant shivers of desire through her.

“Mr. Andrade
?”

“Call me Gio. I
need to see you tonight.”

“About my job?”

“No,” he said simply, and Julia felt her face warm with embarrassment.

“I work the overnight shift,” she said and turned her face toward the window of the bus.

“I’m sure your boss will understand if you call in sick.”

Julia chewed her bottom li
p, then said, “This isn’t a good idea.”

“No, it’s a very, very bad idea
, but one I hope you find as irresistible as I do. Say yes, Julia.”

And there it was
—confirmation of the desire she thought she’d seen in his eyes. Her body clamored in response to the knowledge that their attraction was mutual. Perhaps because she was fresh from speaking with her family, but his offer—although tempting—was one that she knew she had to refuse. “I can’t.” She grasped at a reason. “I don’t like to call in. I would feel too guilty to enjoy myself.”

“Tomorrow night then.”

“I’m scheduled every night straight through the weekend.”

Impatiently, Gio said, “
Am I missing something? Your file said you were single.”

Irked by his assumption that she should jump at an invitation from him, Julia said, “Is it inconceivable that a woman would
say no to you, Mr. Andrade?”

“This isn’t about
any woman. It’s about you.”

Julia swallowed hard.
This is real.
How easy would it be to say yes to him? To temporarily forget about why I’m in New York City? To throw caution to the wind just this once?

Then what?

He rarely dated a woman long enough to be photographed with her more than once.

I don’t want to be just another name
on some rich man’s list of conquests.
“Considering the women you’re usually seen with, I’m flattered. But my answer is no, Mr. Andrade.”

Julia hung up the phone and held it against
her chest.

The woman next to her looked over and asked, “Married man?”

Julia shook her head.

“Old and ugly?”

Julia smiled. “He’s actually gorgeous.”

“Then you are a fool, honey. It’s hard to find a man in the city.”

The bus pulled over to her stop. Julia stood, squeezed past everyone, and exited the bus with a sigh of relief.
I’m glad I said no. Even if he were the last single man in New York City, it wouldn’t matter because I didn’t come here to find a man. There will be plenty of time for all of that after I sell my jewelry line.

I can find a nice guy back in Rhode Island
. Someone who will love me the way my father loves my mother. Unconditionally. And through the good as well as the bad times.

Anything less than that is a waste of my time.

You keep telling yourself that, Julia.

You might even begin to believe it.

A week later, Gio sat at the desk in his office, drumming the fingers of one hand on Julia’s file. He’d asked her out and she’d refused. That should’ve been the end of it. Honestly, he should have been grateful she’d turned him down. Calling her had been a mistake. Actually sleeping with her would have been an even bigger one.

He’d tried to get her out of his head.

He’d called a well-known Broadway actress who had slipped him her number a few months ago while he’d been on a date with someone else. At the time he’d thought she was stunningly beautiful. However, only two minutes in the phone call, he’d realized he no longer had any interest in her.

A week of ignoring the problem hadn’t made it go away.

There was only one woman he wanted.

One woman who was killing his ability to enjoy all others.

Julia.

“Rena, please have Julia Bennett come to my office as soon as she arrives tonight.”

“Regarding a security concern, Gio? Gerry may still be in his office. Would you like me to call down and check?”

“No, that won’t be necessary. Just send up Miss Bennett.”

Rena was quiet for a moment, a telltale sign that she wanted to ask him about it. Finally, she replied, “Okay.”

Anticipation built within Gio as he waited for Julia. He had to see her again. He had to know if he’d completely misread the signals from her.

What if she is as uninterested as she claims to be?

Did I only see what I wanted to see?

No, I didn’t imagine anything. She may have reasons why she thinks she doesn’t want to be with me, but it’s not because she isn’t attracted. I saw the way she looked at me.

There was a light knock on the door. “Gio, Miss Bennett is here to see you.”

“Send her in,” Gio said, hoping he didn’t sound as excited as he felt about the prospect.

Dressed in her tan security uniform, Julia stepped into his office.

Rena hovered near the door.

“That’ll be all, Rena,” Gio said.

With obvious reluctance, Rena closed the door.

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Andrade?” Julia asked, sounding more than a little apprehensive about it.

“Come here, Julia.”

Her eyes widened and she didn’t move.

He walked toward her.
He stopped just a few inches from her. Close enough that he could feel her breath become more erratic. “I told myself to leave you alone, but I can’t stop thinking about you.” He ran the back of his hand down one of her cheeks and heard her catch her breath.

Julia jumped as the door
behind them crashed open and a tiny, visibly pregnant woman entered with Rena at her heels.

Visibly
agitated, Rena said, “I’m so sorry, Gio, I told her you were in a meeting. She wouldn’t wait.”

The
little brunette braced herself with one hand on her lower back. “I wouldn’t be here if you were answering any of my calls.”

Oh, my God. Tell me this isn’t what I think it is.

“I’ll handle this, Rena,” Gio said and turned away from Julia to address the woman whom Julia prayed was not carrying his child.

Although, really, maybe it’s for the best.

I was beginning to waver there.