But I couldn’t bring myself to say it aboutthis.
When I didn’t reply, Giorgio said, “You know Lucia; you like her. You know Adriano, too, and you likehim.” He grinned. “And I’m hopingyou likeme.”
I half-smiled. “…you’re growing on me.”
He chuckled. “Oh, I’mgrowingon you, am I?”
“…sort of,” I said playfully, but now I was smiling all the way.
“Well, I’dsaymaybe I can grow on you some more,” he said as he kissed my neck, “but that makes me sound like mold.”
“Ewwww!” I laughed. “We can’t do anything, anyway. I have to work at 11.”
“Call in sick,” he said as he kissed his way down my chest.
“I… can’t…” I moaned as he began to lick my left nipple.
He quit licking just long enough to say, “Yes you can.”
“No, Ican’t.If I call them this late and leave them in the lurch, they’ll stop giving me hours.”
He looked up at me. “I have a better idea.”
“What,” I asked in a deadpan voice, expecting to hear a joke.
“Quit.”
He didn’t seem to be joking.
“What?!”I exclaimed.
“Call them up and quit.”
“I can’t dothat!”
“Sure you can. You have a boyfriend now.”
“So?!”
“So I’ll take care of you.”
“You’re a boyfriend, not a sugar daddy!”
“No reason I can’t be both,” he joked.
I gave him a look likeGive me a break.“Before I quit and becomecompletelydependent on you, I’d like to make sure you stick around.”
“Uh!” he said theatrically, putting a hand over his heart as he rolled onto his back. “You wound me!”
“Yeah, right,” I said, then straddled his body with my legs. I was turned on, and I definitely wanted more. “What if we combined a shower with whatever you had in mind?”
He grinned. “I think we can do that.”
“It’ll have to be quick,” I said as I let my breasts dangle in front of his face. “But nottooquick.”
“I think I can do that, too,” he said huskily.
As we made our way to the shower, I pushed all thoughts of kidnappings and bullet wounds out of my head.
