Her Venice Affair (The Albury Affairs) by Christina OW Read Free Book Online Page A

clients. Allan
agreed to help her start her own hotel if she agreed to do a year’s internship
with three of the best hotels he knew existed. Having done two thirds of the year
at The Ritz and The Hilton, she was now at the Trump. Allan was proud of her.
She’d shown dedication and hard work, and she was just twenty-three, an age
where she should be living it up.
    As a reward, he’d decided to acquire an international
chain of hotels for her. He wouldn’t be taking it apart. He’d just weed it out,
replace some of the staff, and then hand it over to Melody in a pretty, pink
bow. Allan was sure she would love it. Though it may be bigger than what she’d
planned, Allan had all the confidence in her to make it a success again.
    Casa
Italian —very original—had one hotel
in every major city in Italy, as well as locations in Paris, Barcelona, London
and Los Angeles. The failed one in New York was what put them in the red; if
New Yorkers were one thing, it was loyal to their brands. Casa Italiano New York didn’t stand a chance of survival two years after it
opened. So they currently had eight in total, and maybe once the chain was
steady on its feet, he might help reopen the branch in New York. That should be
a good start for Melody.
    The headquarters of Casa Italiano was in Venice, which
explained the business part of the trip. The pleasure part had to do with the
curvaceous, hundred and twenty pound, five foot six, curly haired, brown skinned
beauty who had the most amazingly hypnotizing brown eyes with green streaks.
The same woman who possessed the softest, oh
so soft , and most delicious, supple lips that had haunted the little sleep
he’d had since the day he’d kissed her.
    Allan shook his head and chuckled. He never thought a
woman’s rambling could be so sexy.
    He despised it when people couldn’t say what they
intended in five sentences or less. He didn’t want a story or a history lesson,
just the facts.
    But Riana’s sweet voice going on and on about nothing
in particular he found cute and very arousing.
    He sighed contently. Soon, they’d finally be in Venice
and he’d be able to touch her and kiss her again.
    Riana…
    She was so different from the women he was used to or
even chased after. She wasn’t a very confident person and was naïve with a
gentle soul. He was sure she’d believed in Santa Claus well into her teen
years.
    Allan chuckled. He could see Loraine bursting that
little bubble.
    Allan could tell Loraine was always trying to get
Riana to stiffen her backbone more. He agreed with Loraine on that one; if she
didn’t get a stronger backbone the world was going to destroy her gentle soul.
    He wondered about her parents and what they’d say
about her taking a two week long—hopefully an entire month long—trip to Venice
with a stranger? She seemed sheltered, the type to call her mom five times a
day. He knew she was in college because she was taking finals and the fact that
she was permitted to serve alcohol put her above twenty-one. Hopefully she was
twenty-two or twenty-three. He could live with a seven year difference, but not
nine or more. He wasn’t a cradle robber.
    Allan frowned. Since when did he care about age
difference?
    Maybe because this was the first girl he was dating and not a woman .
Hold up. Not dating. Just having a rebound affair with. He’d sooth her pain of
catching her boyfriend having sex with her roommate and she’d sooth the
embarrassment his ego met at having her watch with him as his longest
girlfriend in the history of his love life got fucked by the boy who was to be
his protégée at a cancer charity ball.
    Yeah,
that’s what this is. Don’t complicate it, Allan Sinclair. She’s not your type.
Too young. Besides, you aren’t looking for a relationship. Just someone to keep
you company at night.
    Riana… he whispered her name in his thoughts and smiled. Soon
he’d have her under him, above him, and as many other positions as were