Not like her grandfather’s second-in-command. Alonzo Massi made her entire body tense, shiver even, with revulsion. The man’s body was massive with ropes of muscle, and he was just plain scary. His eyes were always following her around, and he appeared as cold as a snake. She wasn’t certain what kind of job he actually did for her grandfather, but she was fairly certain it had nothing to do with the winery.

“Hey, Paolo.” She gave him a smile. She was very good at smiling and making it seem genuine. “How’s it going?”

“Good, bella.” Paolo moved right to her.

She forced air through her lungs, knowing what was coming. He was getting bolder and bolder, and always in front of her beaming grandfather, who clearly approved. He took both hands and pulled her to her feet. Pulled her into him. He leaned down, and she turned her face slightly so his lips brushed her cheek rather than her lips.

Deep inside something that was out of control and wild leapt toward the surface. She was shocked and pulled back, although Paolo didn’t release her hands. He stared down at her face and there was speculation there. His eyes changed color, yellow flecks spreading through the dark brown until they almost looked like a cat’s. Wholly focused on her. Unblinking.

Heat moved through her body. This wasn’t good. She tugged on her hands to get him to release her.

“I have to go. Nonno asked me to run an errand for him, and I want to get to the gym tonight as well.”

Paolo frowned. He didn’t release her hands, but looked over his shoulder at her grandfather. “Perhaps someone else should run the errand, Antonio.”

There was something very subtle in his voice. A warning. An order? Whatever it was, she didn’t like it. Siena very firmly pulled her hands away, not bothering with being polite. She always thought the infamous Arnotto temper had skipped her, but right then she knew it hadn’t. Edgy and restless turned to fierce and formidable. She drew herself up—and wished she was wearing her heels—but she could look haughty without them and she gave Paolo her best princess to peasant look.

“I told Nonno I would take the gift to Signor Lospostos and I will.” She tossed her head, the long mane of very thick hair flying around her face and down to her waist. Bending down, she skimmed another kiss on her grandfather’s head and then left the room with a small wave. “Addio Nonnino. Addio, Paolo, please take care of Nonno for me.”