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We didn’t need the Italian becoming obsessed with her. We already had one idiot to deal with.

“Just see what happens. She knows what she’s doing,” Javier cautioned.

Did she, though?

“You are more beautiful than the stars, the moon.” Brazzi broke out into Italian, which had Emilia pretending to swoon.

It better be pretend.

“Oh, Mr. Brazzi, you flatter me.”

I nearly broke, but covered my laugh. She was one ‘bless your heart’ away from busting out a Southern accent.

“A woman like you should be told that every day.”

She touched her heart, which happened to be under her pushed-up breast, which he again stared at.

“Let me take you out. I will show you how you should be treated.”

She laughed. “My, aren’t you direct?”

“I am a man that knows what he wants.”

“I’m sure.” She smiled coolly.

“Oh, fuck.” Cruz grumbled again. “Incoming.”

Dias headed toward the pair.

“We’re about to have an international incident on our hands.” Derek sounded stressed.

“Should I intervene?” I asked, more than ready to get her out of here.

“No, let her handle it,” Javier ordered. “If she needs help, she’ll signal.”

I very much doubted that. When we came up with the sign to brush her hair behind her ear if she needed backup, she actually laughed and said she hadn’t needed help in eight years.

She was such a brat.

A gorgeous, sexy brat.

“Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice it looked like you needed help out of this conversation,” Dias interrupted Brazzi.

Emilia gaped.

Yeah, I hadn’t expected that either.

“You are being very rude.” Brazzi stared him down.

“And let me guess. You are being an arrogant jerk?” He smirked at Emilia. “Tell me, has he even asked your name or was it just a demand for a date?”

She looked shocked before grinning. “As a matter of fact, he hasn’t.”

Brazzi looked annoyed. “I would have eventually.”

“But not before sharing your stock portfolio and assets, I’m sure.”

Emilia covered her mouth with her flute as she laughed.