Margrett Dawson - Bella Donna

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Bella Donna By Margrett Dawson Sequel to SECRET SERVICES Lady Emma Houndsdale has sworn off men, casual sex and a free-wheeling lifestyle in 1930's England. But when her cruise ship sinks off the coast of Mussolini's Italy and she is mistaken for her dead maid, she finds herself the prisoner of a dashing and dangerous rogue with secrets all his own. Marco Antonioni whisks her from her life of sheltered privilege into a world of risk, lust, and betrayal, where every move is a test of loyalty. He opens her eyes to sensuous delights and forces her to reevaluate all she has known about men and life. Together they dance through passion and danger in a land rife with volatile politics.

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A sudden image of being held between his thighs sent warmth down low in her belly and she squirmed, crossing her legs as if that would banish her desires.

It seemed that the longer she stayed in his company, the more her thoughts dwelt on lying naked with him. Her nerve endings quivered as she imagined his body pressed hard against her, the texture of his skin under her exploring fingers, the feel of his hand on her breast. Her breath came faster and her heart rate quickened. He wanted her and that gave her power over him if she chose to use it. Not too many men, with the exception of Johnny Westmarland, had ever resisted her for long when she set her cap at them. But granting Marco sexual favors in return for freedom would certainly recoil on her, ensnaring the hunter together with the prey. If he held her, kissed her again as he had on the way up to his hiding place she would be lost. She dared not linger if she was to remain resolute. Besides, prisoners had a duty to escape.

She shifted her shoulders against the rock wall of the cave. Despite the cool mountain air, the stiff climb had left her feeling hot and dirty. Hoping to catch a cooler breeze, she lifted her hair from the nape of her neck. It hung limp and lifeless against her hand, still heavy with salt and the remains of the crude soap. A movement close by drew her attention and she looked up, catching the stare of a young woman about her own age. The girl blushed and looked away.

“Don’t go,” Emma called softly. “Do you have something I could use on my hair?” She mimed combing the tangled mess.

The girl bobbed in a curtsey and sped away. Had she even understood? Thank God Marco spoke good English, although it made her much more dependant on him than she liked.

The girl hurried back to her side, holding out a tortoiseshell comb and a small hand mirror.

Grazie .” At least she’d learned to say a few words in Italian from her holiday in Rome. She began to work the comb through her hair, frowning as she tried to recall a few more phrases. She wasn’t likely to be ordering from a menu, so she could forget anything but words for basic food.

The comb stuck on a knot of hair and she cried out in pain. The young woman watched her, wide-eyed.

“Bugger this for a lark,” Emma said. Here was one frustration she could do something about. “Do you have scissors?” She made a cutting gesture with her fingers. Again the girl nodded and sped away.

Emma looked at herself in the mirror. Her face already looked thinner and her nose and forehead had turned pink from the sun. She ran her fingertip around her lips, feeling the tingling response. Despite her weariness, despite the danger and the circumstances around her, her body sparked with an inner energy that had nothing to do with the hours spent in the water or the long climb up the mountain, but had everything to do with the mysterious Marco.

The girl came back and thrust long-handled shears into her hand. She said something incomprehensible. Emma smiled her thanks and grasped a hank of hair. Despite their obvious age, the scissors were sharp and she snipped off a handful of hair just below her ear. She paused for a moment and looked again in the mirror. A glimmer of the old Emma with the fashionable bob was beginning to reappear.

“Tally ho,” she whispered and sawed off another clump.

She heard a gasp from behind her and felt the girl’s fingers on her hands. “Signora,” she said, “signora, no.”

“Oh yes. Oh most definitely si, si .”

Auito . Momento , signora.” The young woman tugged at the scissors and Emma understood she wanted to help. She let go of the blades and watched in the hand mirror as the girl snipped off the rest of the long tresses and evened the ends. A year of her life disappeared with the hair. A year of the new reformed Emma, who no longer went to titillating parties, who had nothing to do with politics. A year’s penance that had finished by putting her on a boat to Cairo and then washed her up at the mercy of an Italian brigand who set her pulses racing and her blood on fire.

When her hair was as short as it had ever been, she moistened her lips, still watching as the comb ran the length of each strand. She shook her head. It felt light and unencumbered.

Bene ,” she said and grinned at the girl.

Io sono Irena ,” the girl replied, pointing to her own chest.

“Well, Irena, I’m happy to meet you.” Emma shook the girl’s brown hand. “Thank you for your help.”

A shadow fell across them. Irena dropped her hand and the smile disappeared from her face as Giovanni loomed over them and spoke sharply. The girl gathered up the things she had brought, gave another bob and hurried away.

Emma watched her go, then turned to Giovanni. “Was that necessary?” she asked. “She only wanted to help me.”

Giovanni frowned, making his expression even more dark and brooding. To her surprise he spoke in English. “No talking with our people.”

Before she could protest, Marco strode up to them and dismissed Giovanni with a wave of his hand. The man disappeared in the direction of the dwellings. They all seemed very good at ordering people around.

“I don’t think he likes me,” Emma said.

“It’s not his job to like anyone. He is responsible for our security.” Marco looked at her more closely. “You have cut off your hair.”

“Absolutely right. It feels good.” She bent her head forward and shook it again, peering at him through the dark curtain.

“You should have asked me first.”

She paused in her movements. “I beg your pardon?”

“It will be more difficult to disguise you as one of us. Italian women do not cut their hair.”

“I’d bet five pounds that some of them do. But let’s talk about leaving here-”

“It will soon be dark,” he said abruptly. “We must talk. Then, you must eat and sleep. Come with me.”

He turned on his heel and took two steps, picking up a flaming torch, then looked back at her, tapping the paper he still carried against his leg. “Come.”

Emma stood with a sigh. This wasn’t going to be easy.

She followed Marco farther into the cave, noticing that most of the people who had seemed so busy when she arrived had disappeared, probably into the houses or outside. Way at the back was an empty space where the roof was lower than in the inhabited area. It was a darned good job she wasn’t claustrophobic, she thought as they moved into the tight space. Marco wouldn’t want a prisoner with the screaming heebie-jeebies.

Marco stopped by some boxes piled against the farthest wall. “Sit.”

All this bossing around was beginning to irritate her, but she did as she was told.

Marco paced before her. He waved the paper under her nose. “This is yesterday’s newspaper,” he said.

“What news is there? Do they have anything about the ship?”

He opened it out so she could see the headlines and columns. “All the front page.” He folded it smaller again and pointed to one column. “Here is the passenger list and the names of the bodies they have recovered.”

Emma craned her neck to see better. It was difficult to make out the small print in the flickering light.

Marco let his finger rest on a name under the heading: Morti . “Here is Lady Emma Houndsdale. They recovered her corpse last night.”

“What?” Emma seized the paper and peered more closely. There were three lists, one of the passengers, one of the bodies. The last column held the names of five survivors.

“I don’t understand.”

“They found a body they identified as Lady Emma. So that leaves the question of who you are.”

“I’m Emma Houndsdale.” She searched the passenger list. “There she is-” She pointed to a name. “Catherine Hall. She was-is-my maid. They haven’t found her. I mean, they have found her.” She closed her eyes and held back tears. “Poor Catherine,” she whispered. “Poor, poor Catherine.”

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