Page 62 of Valentino

Please. Just. Leave.

He nods as he rearranges the blankets up over me, there’s an awkward silence between us, it’s as if he’s thinking of what to say next. Maybe I should ask him about what he said last night to try and open the communication between us.

But what would I say?

I’m sorry I dated your friend; I only did it because he told me you were getting married to Giovanna and in some sick fucked-up way I thought it might force you to be jealous and step in and stop me. By the time I realized you weren’t going to, I was enjoying spending time with Carlo and had forgotten about the plan altogether.

My heart sinks as I stare up at his beautiful face, if only….

“I made you a coffee,” he eventually says.

“I’m going to have a quick shower, I’ll be out in a minute.”

His eyes hold mine. “Okay.”

But he doesn’t move, it’s as if he’s waiting for me to get up in front of him.

Do I?

This is so awkward, or does it just feel weird because I’m perverted and I have a guilty conscience?

Shit…. Here goes nothing.

VALENTINO

Lying in bed, Anna looks up at me, she’s all messed up and crumpled.

The only thing I can focus on is flicking the blankets back, climbing beneath them and down in between her legs. My hands would slide up her inner thighs as I part them….

It’s taking every ounce of strength not to.

Leave….

It’s as if sitting on the side of Anna’s bed and looking down at her like this is a situation that is physically impossible to remove myself from.

“I’m taking a shower.” She gets up, revealing a soft pink nightdress with ribbon spaghetti straps, and through it I can see every curve of her body.

Oh….

My eyes linger on her behind as she walks into the bathroom, a million fantasies of what I want to do to her come alive.

This is getting harder to control.

She’s all fucking gorgeous and curvy and irresistible and walking around here like God’s gift to men. It’s taking every ounce of my strength not to take her.

Fuck.

I need to have sex today. I have to get out of here and go to someone else. I need to fuck this itch right out of my system before she gets it. Walking around her house in this state is not okay in any shape or form.

My overwrought libido is going to be the death of me.

The shower turns on and I drop my elbows to my knees, still unable to make myself leave her room, and then on the side table I see it.

Lying down on its side on the bedside table, a vibrator.

Did she….

My breath catches in my throat at the thought of her lying in here fucking herself.