I’ve put on a new suit, the jacket hanging on a chair next to the bed.
“Hey.” Her sleepy voice drifts to my ears.
“Hey yourself.” I run my fingers down her cheek. “You feeling okay, baby?”
She nods and swallows, throwing an arm around my waist and tucking her head against me. “Yes, I’m sorry, I just got so tired. Who knew orgasms could do that to you?” She looks up and smiles.
“Who knew?”
“What time is it?”
“Time to get up and dressed. I want you to come downstairs and help me make a few more decisions about the renovations. I want it done as soon as possible, so that you can be comfortable here.”
She looks perplexed.
“What?” I ask.
“Well, I keep asking about you. You want me to help you decide things about your house, but I still don’t even know your name. Like, your last name I mean. Or, I don’t know, if you don’t want to give me that, then what’s your favorite Netflix series? That’s important, you know.”
I chuckle. “Yes, very important question. I don’t watch TV. I have one, I just don’t watch it.”
“Wow.” She looks out the window, shifting the sheet that already only half covers her unbelievable curves, and my cockjerks in my pants. “Okay, I can live with that. Just know Idowatch TV, so you may have to make some concessions.”
“I think I can do that. And…my last name is Vitaglia.”
Her jaw nearly hits the floor. “Vitaglia. Like,theVitaglias?”
Part of me shrinks back at that reaction. It's the same reaction I’ve gotten all my life whenever someone finds out who I am. My family name comes with a reputation, and I’m scared it’s going to make her run from me.
“Yes, those Vitaglias,” I murmur.
“So that’s why you didn’t want to tell me.”
“Not all the stories you’ve heard about my family are true. Some are…but most are exaggerated.”
A smile plays on her lips, and I can’t believe she’s not going to run a mile. “VitoVitaglia?” She coughs out a laugh.
“Yes. Well, no.” I feel the smirk spread on my face. She sits up, and I look into her eyes. “Vito is my nickname. My first name is Abbondanzio.”
“Abbon…what?”
I laugh. “Exactly. Vito.”
She nods. “Vito. And what is it youdo? I’m guessing you’re part of the family business.” She looks around the room, then back to me.
“I…own some businesses of my own. Do some consulting. It’s complicated.”
“I’m not a simpleton. I can probably grasp it.”
I take her chin in my hand. “I know you can. It’s just right now I want to get you dressed, let you help me make a few more decisions for the contractor, then I’m going to take you out to my favorite restaurant, Paesano’s. On the way, we are going to stop and do some shopping. So, let’s get after it, little girl.”
I stand and walk over to where her dress is hanging on the back of a chair.
“Wait,” she says, her voice flat. “Just one more thing.”
“What? Anything, baby.” I brace myself for the next question, ready to take what’s coming if she asks if I’ve ever killed someone or had someone killed.
“You’re not married, are you? Or have a girlfriend? Or boyfriend? Or both?”
