“Are too.”
Oy. This could go on for hours. And he accusedmeof being the juvenile one here?
I turned up the stereo. Twenty-first century code for, ‘This conversation is over.’ To ensure the message got across, I pulled out abombolone.
There are very few things in life as delicious as a fresh, Tuscanbombolone. Imagine the lightest doughnut possible, warm from the oven, dusted with powdered sugar and filled with vanilla custard.
I may have moaned when I bit into it.
“Uhmmm . . . sooooo good.” I licked sugar off my lips and took another bite of decadent fried heaven. My eyes rolled back in my head.
Honestly.
It’s the little things in life.
I was on my fourth bite before I glanced in the rearview mirror.
Jack met my gaze, his expression fierce and predatory. If I had to label it, I would call it longing. Yearning.
His eyes flicked to the doughnut still in my hand.
Right.
Not letting my eyes leave his, I popped the rest of the doughnut in my mouth. Chewed with intense pleasure. And then slooooooowly licked the remaining sugar off my fingers.
One.
At.
A.
Time.
By the end, Jack’s irises had bled from sunny blue to homicidal black.
He shook his head, breaking the trance. “Chiara D’Angelo, you are a truly sadistic woman.”
I knew he wanted it to be a threat, but his tone was more admiration than anything.
Game. Set. Match.
Seriously. All you needed was a good offense.
One more win for me.
I cranked the stereo and bopped my head to Justin Bieber. Personally, I wasn’t much of a Belieber. But Bieber annoyed Jack. So, I really had no choice but to listen to him. Obnoxious, remember?
Jack stared out the window for the rest of the drive, face impassive and stoic. So very lordly.
I brutally suppressed the tiny voice in my head that whispered Jack was right. I was behaving immaturely. I needed to grow up.
But the thought of willingly letting Jack peer into my soul constricted my breathing and caused fluttery panic to attempt to beat its way out of my chest, choking me and making my palms sweat—
Yeah.
So . . . not doing that.
But I did take pity on Jack (and, let’s be honest, myself) and switched to Michael Buble instead of Bieber for the rest of the drive.
