“Of course, Signorina. It would be my pleasure.” He answered easily. “What do you have in mind?”
Chapter Twenty-Three
(Cesare)
Cesare turned off his laptop’s camera and microphone, and reclined in his seat with a long sigh when court was finally adjourned for the day. Corporate litigation was a bitch, but the benefit of having so many parties involved was that proceedings for many of his clients were over Zoom.
He checked his personal phone and skimmed through messages, checking to see if Sabrina had sent anything else. Besides her morning text, there’d been no communication from her. He frowned, the memory of her distress last night still fresh on his mind.
Cesare called Sabrina and was surprised to hear Monty answer.
“Good afternoon, boss.” He sounded both amused and smug.
“Monty. Mind telling me where my woman is?” Cesare demanded.
“She wanted to surprise you. She’s currently in the poolroom.”
“She’s here?” Cesare stood up from the desk.
“Yes. And she brought you a box of cinnamon rolls.”
Cesare grabbed his hotel key and walked out of the room, heading towards the stairs.
“Where are you?” Cesare asked.
“I’m outside the poolroom door telling every schmuck that tries to go inside that the pool is closed because of a sanitation issue.”
“The pool is closed because of a sanitation issue.” Cesare muttered wryly, amusement turning up the corners of his lips.
“Very unfortunate.” Monty lamented dryly. “It’s a good thing I’m here to let everybody know not to go in, boss.”
“Oh, I agree.” Cesare muttered, hanging up the phone as he took the stairs down to the first floor and walked down the hallway. He slowed as he approached Monty. “How long has she been here?” He asked.
“Half an hour.” Monty answered, keeping his eyes toward the lobby. “I texted when she arrived, but…”
“I was still in court.” Cesare nodded, looking through the glass door to see his tesoro. She was relaxing inside the pool, sitting on an underwater bench with her eyes closed; her head reclined against a towel roll serving as a makeshift pillow. Her rich copper curls cascaded around her shoulders. She wore a dark emerald green swimsuit that wrapped around her curves like a second skin.
She looked like a wild, Celtic goddess waiting to be stolen away.
“Thank you, Monty.” Cesare murmured. “I’d like you to arrange for a bottle of Chianti and a steak dinner for two to be brought up to the room. And chocolate cake. Just leave it outside and text me when it’s there.”
“Sure thing, boss.” Monty nodded.
Cesare took in a deep breath as he walked through the door, pausing a moment to just look at her. Did she have any idea how beautiful she really was?
Cesare’s leather shoes made a distinctive tapping sound on the tile decking as he slowly approached his water nymph. He took pleasure in the smile that played across Sabrina's lips in response to his approach. The lines of her shoulders relaxed, and her breasts rose just above the surface of the water as she breathed in a little deeper. The gentle swell of her flesh disappeared back beneath the water’s surface when she slowly breathed back out. Cesare could have stared at the sight all night.
Feeling an odd parallel to the night prior, Cesare stepped out of his shoes and shrugged out of his jacket. He watched as Sabrina, eyes still closed, bit her lip. Cesare pulled off his tie and unbuttoned the top half his shirt. He deftly unbuckled his belt.
At the sound of the buckle, Sabrina’s hazel eyes finally opened, her gaze immediately going to his hands as he removed the leather strap. Her eyes darkened, and she swallowed thickly, and Cesare mentally filed her response away as something to revisit with her later.
His tesoro looked up then, meeting his gaze with her bewitching hazel eyes.
Cesare was still wearing his suit pants as he stepped into the pool, just a few steps away from where Sabrina watched him with that addictive doe-eyed innocent look. He felt like a wolf closing in on its prey as he approached, moving to stand between her legs as they opened for him. Her beautiful eyes looked up at him, fearless and beaming with joy.
Sabrina reached out for Cesare, and he pressed his body against hers, burying his face in her neck as he squeezed her to him. “You feel so good, tesoro. So pretty just for me.” He praised.
She gave a soft smile. “Says the man who belongs on the cover of Vogue.”
