“That’s it?That’s creepy.That’s all you have?” He was fuming now.
“I kicked them all out. What else do you want me to do?”
“Nothing, but I swear to God if any of those fuckers lean that close to you again, I’ll punch them ugly. Let them say whatever they wanna say.” He combed through his hair and got irritated when he couldn’t find much. “I hate this fuckin’ haircut.”
She smiled, playing a different scene.
“What?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
His leg rocked. “But you wanna say something.”
“You’re hot when you’re jealous,” she whispered again, giving him a quick glance.
He rolled his eyes, his lips twitching. “I’m not joking right now.”
“Me neither.” She continued screening scenes. “Even with that hideous haircut.”
“Fuck. I really can’t stay mad at you for over two seconds,” he said under his breath, snapping at the buttons.
She moved his hand away. “Hey, I know it’s your dime, but this is very expensive equipment. Take that anger somewhere else, where it’s useful.” A mischievous smile danced on her lips.
He squeezed her hand, letting her know he understood. “You got it, Kiddo.” He left the room, his fingers fast with a text.Where?
Her reply was swift.My trailer. Ten minutes.
Scene57
Maggie
“You were really angry.” My head lulled over Mike’s perspiring shoulder, his naked body a silver silhouette in the dark.
“I’m not done with you. You’ve been a very naughty girl, Carolina,” he whispered, his voice drugging.
I sat on the bed, staring at the wall thickness of my trailer bedroom, Mike’s tender kisses soft on my back. “You soundproofed my trailer?”
“Mine too. I had them custom-made. I know how loud we can be.” He chuckled, his arms tight around my waist, his tongue gliding up the back of my neck.
“Is that something you usually order?”
“Nope. Discretion was never a requirement before.” He cupped my breasts, holding them with a gossamer pressure. My body jerked in response. “Besides, no girl can make me loud like you do.”
“Not even Patricia Sabatini?”
“What? How do you even remember her name? I broke up with her eight years ago.”
“How can I forget? She was Miss Italy, and you loved her and never had another girlfriend after her.”
He shook his head. “God, you really are romantically slow.” His teeth nipped my earlobe. “Carolina, I never had a girlfriend because after I broke up with her I fell for you and couldn’t have you, not because I was hung up on her.”
I stared at him in shock, giddy, the revelation heavy on me.I am romantically fucking slow.“I…” Was lost for words? My heart was about to explode? My mind was blown away? “Shit.”
“Si, si.” His hands pushed my hair off my neck as his mouth returned to kiss me there. “And to answer your question, no, not even her. How could you still ask me these silly questions? Don’t you know by now what you do to me?”
He shifted his weight behind me, grinding his erection against my ass, and I moaned. Perhaps I knew what I did to him now, but I had no clue Mike Gennaro was unable to fall for anyone else because of me. His love forme. How could I? This was impossible to believe. Even after these months together. Sometimes I thought I was still in one of my fantasies about him. A dream I’d soon wake up from.
