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“And reminding everyone else that she is not theirs.”

Alessio chuckled. “Exactly that.”

Ginevra shook her head. “Terrible. Both of you.”

“And yet, you like it,” Alessio returned. “Does that say more about you, or us?”

Well …

“That’s fair,” Ginevra said softly.

Alessio pressed a quick kiss to her temple as the elevator doors opened. Corrado let his fingers dance up the low cut back of her dress. Both actions did different things to her body.

Tempting.

Both lovely.

This would be an interesting night.

Of that, Ginevra was most sure.

Ginevra learned that it was one thing to deal with Alessio or Corrado individually. The two of them were a handful when it was just them, smirks and cockiness included. But when someone had to handle these two men at the same time?

A woman didn’t stand a chance.

Ginevra was not an exception to that rule. All it took was Corrado murmuring in her ear, leaning forward from the back seat to tell her the history of a building they passed, while Alessio’s hand stayed curved around her thigh as he navigated the Mercedes-Benz into a parking spot.

They were two different men, and that’s what enthralled her the most when both of their attentions focused in on her, even if they did it in different ways. Despite their uniqueness, she was very much present for both.

“It’s a bar, restaurant, club … everything, really,” Corrado said. “Depends on the day of the week, and what they’ve had planned.”

“And private,” Alessio added.

Corrado winked at Ginevra. “Members only, for those with deep enough pockets to be invited to join.”

“And you two are members, hmm?”

“We are. They invited us through my oldest brother, Marcus, who likes to use this as a meeting hub when he doesn’t want to have those in a more public place.”

She didn’t see a sign on the side of the old brick building they parked beside, and she hadn’t noticed one at the front, either. “What’s it called?”

“The Clubhouse.”

Ginevra snickered. “That doesn’t sound … innocent.”

“It’s not meant to,” Alessio teased with a grin. “That’s why it’s private.”

“But today,” Corrado added, giving Alessio a look that quieted him, “we’re having dinner, getting out of the penthouse, and having fun. Nothing crazy.”

“Right.”

Because they made her crazy.

A little.

They were still close.

Still touching her.