When I awakened, he was already dressed, wearing a suit and tie.
And damn him to hell, standing over me holding a cup of coffee that I’d sell my soul for.
The rich, full scent reached me before anything else.I knew it well.Espresso brewed the perfect way.
Reminded me of home, my mother, and the life I had foolishly believed was safe.
“Americano,” he said, the handle turned to me like a peace offering.
I scooted up and back.
Despite myself, I wanted the drink.
Still, I hadn’t thanked him.
After the first, rich, heavenly sip, I closed my eyes and kept them that way for a full thirty seconds.Anything to shut out reality for as long as possible.
When I finally looked at him, his lips were quirked.
Time seemed to freeze.
A moment of intimacy passed between us.
And it was so uncomfortable that I took a long sip, breaking the spell he held over me.
“Mrs.Henderson will be our coordinator.”
I blink.“Coordinator?”
“She found us a photographer.Arranged for flowers, a makeup person.All the things I’m told you’ll need.”
He thought of all that?
“No doubt wedding details were not at the top of your mind.”
Pointedly I look at him.“Or that I had any resources to take care of them, even if they were.”
Moretti lifts a shoulder in a casual shrug.“Mine either.But I was set straight by my sister-in-law, Alessia.”
Matteo’s wife
“And my mother.”
For a moment, I almost smile.Big, badass Mafia enforcer turned underboss was schooled by the female members of his family.
I shouldn’t like this image as much as I do.
Before I can say anything else, he leans in and plucks the cup from my hands and sets it on the nightstand.
And now, with his hands on my face, the words,“The next time I see you, you will be my wife”hanging between us, I suck in a breath.
He rakes his gaze over my face, my chest, then lower.
“In the future, we’ll share a bed, and I won’t be such a gentleman.”
“Gentleman?”I scoff.The way his cock pressed into me was definitely not gentlemanly.
“I look forward to showing you what I mean.”
