I swivelled on my barstool, my gaze darting to Roberto, and sure enough, despite his left eye still being swollen half-shut from the beating he’d taken for dropping the ball, his right one was firmly fixed on the cleavage exposed by my white bustier top.
At my glare, the tops of his ears reddened and he glanced away.
Rising, I leaned over the railing. Another text pinged.
Now, Maddelena.
I can’t just tell them to leave.
Why the fuck not? They work for you, not the other way around.
I rolled my eyes. Just like a typical dominant alpha male to be completely oblivious to the glaring differences in gender power dynamics.
I’ll let you think about that for a minute, shall I? Does your sister go where she pleases without security?
A half minute passed before he responded.
Point taken. But the instruction still holds. Do I need to remind you of our agreement?
Yes, please.I clenched my thighs together at the memory of how he’d sealed his wishes.
As I swallowed, my gaze darted over the sparkling horizon, past the stunning Supertrees, the fifty-metre-tall vertical gardens in the Gardens By The Bay. I’d strolled through the Hanging Gardens to acclimatise and fight jetlag. And still I’d laid in bed, wild anticipation keeping me wide awake at the possibility of Cesare breaking into my hotel room once more.
He hadn’t.
Now my secret yearning was crooking his finger, and I was fighting it. Even though I knew deep down I was going to do as Cesare commanded.
If for nothing else, to find out what he knew.
And if anything else happens? Like his mouth ending up between your legs?
Gauging where my other guards were positioned, I sucked in a breath and pulled up the hotel’s spa services. One advantage of staying in the most expensive suite in a luxury hotel was that itsmanagement bent over backwards to accommodate your every whim.
My call was answered on the first ring.
‘This is Miss Mancinelli in the Presidential Suite.’
‘Yes, of course. How may I assist you, ma’am?’
‘I’d love your Asian massage. The full works. But not in my suite. Can I have a private session in the spa?’
‘Of course. When would you like to attend, ma’am?’ the eager voice asked.
‘Within the next half hour, please.’
‘Certainly. The staff will be on hand to welcome you whenever you’re ready. Shall I send your personal butler down or?—’
‘No, I won’t be needing him, thank you. I’ll see you shortly.’ I hung up and ignored my trembling fingers as I texted.
I have a three-and-a-half-hour window. Starting now.
He answered immediately.
The Merlion Suite. Five minutes.
A deep trembling seized my whole body as I turned away from the breathtaking view and headed for the private lift that serviced my suite. Roberto and the other bodyguards fell in behind me, one hurrying to summon the lift. I stepped inside when it arrived but waved Roberto away when he went to hit the button for my suite.
‘I’m going to the spa. You can come and check it out and make sure it’s secure, but I don’t want you hanging around, scaring the customers.’
