Billionaire's Pregnant Bride

Chapter 16

I’m serious—’

Sergio lifted the phone and punched in a number. A moment later he was talking in rapid Italian.

‘Would you be interested in becoming a receptionist?’ he enquired in casual aside.

Kathy nodded in immediate eager acknowledgement. After a brief further dialogue he replaced the phone and gave her an address to go to the following morning. ‘For an interview?’ she asked.

‘No, the job’s yours for three months. Longer, if you make a good impression.’

‘Thanks,’ she muttered awkwardly as the limo came to a halt.

‘I owed you.’ Sergio stepped out.

Uncertainly Kathy climbed out, as well, but he didn’t notice; he was already walking away with two of his bodyguards following close behind him. His departure was the epitome of casualness. Before she sank back into the limo, she noticed a stocky older man on the pavement treating her to a flinty appraisal. His gloomy face was vaguely familiar and she knew she had seen him before, even if she could not recall where. When he got into the car behind, which previously had disgorged the bodyguards, she realised that he must work for Sergio.

The chauffeur captured her attention by asking her where she wanted to go. As the luxury vehicle moved off again to drop her at the library, she was in a happy daze at the prospect of starting a new job.

Almost two weeks later, Sergio arrived back in London. He was in an excellent mood.

Grave-faced, Renzo Catallone met his employer off his private jet and passed him a slim file.

‘I realise I’m putting my job on the line here. But I can’t be in charge of your personal security and keep quiet,’ the security chief declared tautly. ‘It’s vital that you take a look at this dossier. I’m convinced that your watch has been stolen.’