Seduced By The Mogul

Enthralled by the sound of his voice, she forgot about lunch, and soaked up every word that came out of his broad, sensuous mouth. Her arugula salad was dry and drowning in honey dressing, but Jordana was having such a good time with Dante she didn’t complain when the waitress returned to check up on them.

“Moving to LA to follow your dreams takes guts and determination. Don’t beat yourself up because you’re not a household name yet.”

“That’s what Waverly said. It took her sister five years to find an agent, and another three years before she landed a movie role. But I hope it doesn’t take that long for me because I’m starting to lose hope in the process.”

“Don’t.” His tone was firm, convincing. “Be positive. You’ll make it.”

“Seriously, Dante? You really think so?”

“Absolutely. There isn’t a doubt in my mind. You have star written all over you, and it’s just a matter of time before you’re discovered, and Hollywood comes calling.”

Jordana wished she shared his confidence, but after countless auditions and rejections, her future seemed more uncertain than ever.

Dante’s cell phone beeped. He put down his fork, picked up his iPhone and swiped a finger across the screen. “This will only take a minute.”

Jordana finished her food, and then excused herself to use the ladies’ room. Returning minutes later, she was surprised to find Dante still typing away on his phone. Sitting down, she stared at him, hoping he’d put the device away, but no luck. “Did you come here to have lunch with me or play on your cell?”

He glanced up from his phone. “Sorry, but Lourdes is being a pain in the ass, and if I don’t put my foot down she’ll think it’s okay to inconvenience me whenever the mood strikes.”

“Dante, don’t do that.”

Wrinkles furrowed his eyebrows. “Don’t do what?”

“Disrespect your ex-wife. She’s the mother of your child, and bashing her isn’t cool,” she said, noting the scowl on his lips. “What’s wrong? Why are you guys fighting?”

“She wants me to pick up Matteo tonight, instead of tomorrow morning.”

“Why is that a problem? Do you have plans after work?”

“No, but that’s not the point. It’s the principle. I don’t change the schedule at the last minute, and neither should she.”

Jordana shrugged. “Life happens. Things change. And considering you only see Matteo once a week you should be thrilled to spend some extra time with him.”

Dante winced, and then shook his head. “I hate when you do that.”

“Do what?”

“Make me feel like an ass.”

“Don’t thank me,” she joked, winking. “It was easy!”

Dante threw his napkin at her, calling her a no-good know-it-all, and Jordana laughed.

“I better get back to the sweatshop before my boss reams me out for being late.”

“Tell Mr. Lundqvist lunch was a rousing success, and that you secured a sizable donation for Saint Jude’s Hospital. Tell him the check will arrive early next week.”

“Thanks, Dante. Your donation, whether big or small, will help change lives.”

He opened his wallet, took out a crisp hundred-dollar bill and dropped it on the table. Jordana wanted to argue, to remind him lunch was her treat, but he sent her a chilling look, one that caused the baby-fine hairs on the back of her neck to stand up.

“FYI, there’s nothing more emasculating to a man than seeing a woman reach into her purse and pull out her wallet, so don’t even think about it.”

Dante strode around the table, pulled out Jordana’s chair and helped her to her feet. Feeling his hand on her hips shouldn’t have excited her but it did. His woodsy, musky cologne went straight to her head, causing her skin to tingle and her legs to wobble. Strong, take-charge types had always been her weakness, and Dante knew how to treat a woman right.

He should, said her inner voice. He’s probably had more lovers than a British boy band!

“I’ll walk you back to work.”

“Do I have a choice?”

His eyes narrowed, and Jordana knew she didn’t. Walking back to LA Marketing Enterprises, she told him about activities happening around the city that weekend. The Cinco de Mayo parade scheduled for next Friday, and kids movies showing at the IMAX theater.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you. You always have great ideas for things to do with Matteo.” Staring down at her, he flashed a broad, devilish grin. “You’re a keeper, Jordana. If I’m still single at fifty, I’m going to marry you.”