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He grins. "Good."
Our naked legs rub against each other under the sheets. Heat builds inside me again.
"Do you want to stay here?" he asks, his eyes darkening. "Or go out and see the city?"
"I don't know," I say. "Don't you have meetings or something?" I pause as something clicks. "I don't even know what your job is. What are you doing in Italy?"
He turns away, throwing the blankets off. I can't see his face––but I don’t mind, I'm too distracted by his gorgeous ass asnhe stands and moves across the room. The muscles clenching in the small of his back tense as he leans against the wall, staring through the sheer curtains to the street below. His broad shoulders are muscular and tense. "Iown a line of cruise ships."
"You own what?" I clutch the blankets, pulling them around my nude body, and gawk at him. Marco wanders to his suit case and begins looking for clothes. He's oblivious to my shock. "I...you're serious!"
He glances at me and smirks. "It's not a big deal."
"You owna cruise ship!"
"Multiple, actually." He frowns. "But I don't own them alone. My brothers are equal shares holders in the business. I'm meeting with them in Rome."
So he has brothers. I wonder if they’re all as big and handsome as he is. I wouldn’t mind seeing Marco multiplied. I press my legs together at the thought of myself being the filling in a Marco sandwich. "Why Rome of all places?"
Marco looks annoyed. "It was the only place Domino, my oldest brother, would agree on." He grips a white dress shirt too tight, creating creases. "He always puts his wants first, while the rest of us make concessions."
He's hunched over, brooding. Slowly, I creep from the bed and recover my bra and panties. It’s obvious that talking about his older brother has set him on edge. I wonder why he resents Domino so much. And I hate seeing him so disgruntled."Crepes,” I say, making my tone light and uplifting, hoping to pull him from his funk.Marco blinks, staring at me. "What?"
"Crepes. That's what I want for breakfast." Smiling, I sway my hips as I head towards the bathroom. "You pick a place, I don't have a clue where to go around here. I'll freshen up quick."
After a speedy shower––no time to daydream about being interrupted by Marco this time––I leave the room in my clothes from yesterday,the ones he bought me, with my hair still dripping wet.
I'm happy, so happy. Last night was incredible, and I can tell Marco and I are growing closer. There’s so much I don’t know about him but I’m starting to learn. And I want to do anything I can to make him happy.
He's waiting for me on the sofa. The sunlight glows on his hard jaw, his eyes on his phone, one long leg crossed so his ankle rests on his knee. He looks up at the sound of my footsteps. His face burns with appreciation. "How do you look so effortlessly beautiful?"
I smile bashfully. "I hope the staff don't judge me for wearing dirty clothes."
Standing, he approaches me with a mild smile. He smells like brown sugar today. "I'll take you shopping after we eat."
"Marco––"
"Hush." He holds up a hand. "You know what I do for work now. Let me tell you what I like to do for pleasure.”
He walks toward me and takes my face between two fingers, running his thumb over the cleft of my chin. With his other hand he takes hold of my waist and pulls my hips against his.
“Bringing you joy, however I can, is what brings me pleasure.” His eyes darken, that hunger reappearing. “You want to bring me pleasure don’t you?”
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod.
“Then you’ll let me buy you all the clothes you want.”."
"Thank you," I whisper.
“I don’t want thanks,” he says softly, bending close to my ear. “I want crepes. Let’s go.”
I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding as he break the tension, laughing awkwardly. He offers his crooked arm for me to slip my arm though and he leads me from our suite.Marco takes me through the hotel––it’s big, but I’m not lost anymore in the wallpapered green halls. Out on the street the sun is burning bright. I’m still a little jet lagged, but after such a deep sleep, I feel refreshed and ready for a day of exploring.
Cabs are lined up, waiting for street-side passengers. Marco approaches the first one, and a short man wearing a red jacket and cap opens the door for us.
We slide into the cab and I smile at Marco. "Are we going somewhere too far to walk to?"
He grabs my hand and kisses it. "I was worried your legs might be…weak after last night.”
