He might not know it, but he woke something in me, and now I can’t get enough.The weekend slipped by with barely any studying done, the complete opposite of how I usually am.Lit class reading sat untouched as my focus kept drifting, my gaze fixed on the window beside the armchair where I normally curl up with my books.Instead of words on a page, every touch replayed in my mind, every deep growl that stirred in his throat when my lips found his skin.I hardly even got started before he made me stop.
Thinking about it now, as I finish touching up my makeup, makes my hand tremble.I set the mascara on my dresser, staring at my reflection but seeing him leaning over me in the dark, kissing me until I couldn’t breathe, and touching me until I came, not that it took long.
And to think, I was so embarrassed after that disaster of a night out.I couldn’t look at him after he took care of me.Now, here I am, almost skipping down the stairs in a cute knee-length dress with a chunky cardigan over the top.Something cute, casual, but cut in a deep V in the front that I cover up now by buttoning the sweater for my parents’ sake.
Just in the nick of time, too, since they come in from out front as I reach the bottom of the stairs.
“Good morning,” Mama offers with a bright smile and a kiss on my cheek.“Alessandro is already waiting for you out front.I have to say, he takes his job seriously.”
“He had better,” Papa grumbles.“And you had better listen to him.I want you to take every precaution.Straight home after school as always too.”
“Everything will be fine, Papa.I know he’ll take care of me.”He already has, out there in the garage.Not the time to think about that, but I can’t help it.A whole new part of my life has been unlocked.I have so much catching up to do.
And nobody has to know.That’s what I need him to understand.I get the risks.I know everything could blow up in our faces if we’re not careful, but there’s no reason anyone has to find out.Three times a week, we go into the city together, away from my family, his family, and anyone who would give a damn what we’re doing.
The argument I put together over the weekend, when I wasn’t obsessing like a sex fiend, plays in my head as I say my goodbyes to Mama and Papa, then step outside with my heart pounding like mad.It’s not the pleasant coolness in the air that makes my nipples tighten and my skin erupt in goose bumps.It’s the sight of the smoldering sex god leaning against the car, reading a newspaper.
I have to remind myself to inhale as I soak in the sight of his casual perfection.A snug black polo tucked into fitted slacks has become his uniform on days he’s driving me, and I am here for it because just the sight of him makes me wet.
He looks up, notices me watching, and folds the paper.He’s so graceful, but in a sensual way.I am hyperaware of everything about him as I descend the front steps, remembering what he did to me with his hands and wondering what else he could do.
“Good morning,” he murmurs, opening the back door as always.With his sunglasses in place, I can’t get a sense of what’s happening in his head.Those expressive eyes of his are hidden.Still, I feel his attention on me, and it makes me shiver with pleasure.
“Good morning,” I reply with a slow smile.“Did you have a nice weekend?”
“It was fine.Uneventful.”Why is he being so stiff and formal?Before I can ask, he murmurs, “Don’t look, but we have an audience of one coming this way.You’d better get in the car.”
I already know who he’s talking about.I don’t have to look.I’m casual about it, turning to the side to slide the backpack off my shoulder and place it on the back seat.I brush a few curls away from my face and look in the direction of Luca’s house.What a surprise, here he comes, and he’s scowling like he’s in one of his bad moods.
“See you later!”I call out to him, waving like I don’t have a care in the world.He raises a hand but doesn’t say a word by the time I duck into the car, and Alessandro closes the door.
Fucking Luca.I love him, but his timing is shit.
Then again, maybe not.Because now we’re alone in the car, where neither Luca nor anybody else in my family can get in the way.
Though maybe that’s not true.I’m only halfway through unbuttoning my cardigan when Alessandro shakes his head.“Give it a rest.I’m on duty here.”
“Give what a rest?”Dammit, was I that obvious?I thought I was being clever.
“The mini strip tease.”He snorts when I lean back in the seat and fold my arms.“Maybe I wasn’t clear on Friday.It’s not happening again.You know it can’t.I know it can’t.”
“I’m an adult,” I remind him.“You are an adult.I don’t see the problem here.”
“Has anyone ever told you what a shitty liar you are?”
“Now that you mention it, no,” I reply with a sweet smile.“I’m an excellent liar.Either that, or I’m the youngest, so everybody thinks I’m too naïve to lie.”
He chuckles.“I believe it, but it doesn’t change anything.So you can put your tits away.”
He might say that, but the way he keeps glancing in the mirror tells a different story.
“I wasn’t aware they were out.”I look down at myself, popping another two buttons to open the sweater until it slides off my shoulders.
“Are you trying to make me crash?Because that’s how accidents happen.”His defeated sigh makes me feel sorry for him.
Almost.“You know, I spent all weekend thinking about the way you kissed me,” I confess.Who am I?Have I completely abandoned anything close to dignity?Or am I just this desperate?
His shoulders rise and fall in an exasperated sigh.“I thought about it too.Are you happy?Now you know.”
