Page 85 of Alessio

That was enough to make any woman insane when her body was constantly ready … hyperaware and finding a sinful temptation in every grin or word tossed her way.

She was the lucky one between Corrado and Alessio right now. And if she could help it, she would stay there. For now, her heart couldn’t stand being apart from them, not now.

They broke the restaurant portion of The Clubhouse into several small rooms, which made it comfortable and caused the people eating to sit closer together than they might at the round table.

They weren’t alone in the place—murmurings came from down the hall, and dishes clattered before laughter rang out, echoing to their spot. But with the four walls, and only a doorway to peek into their room, they had privacy.

And she appreciated that.

“I want that,” Ginevra said, pointing her fork at the cheesecake Corrado had been teasing her with for ten minutes. She had her own, a different kind because she didn’t want to order two, but he had to order the other kind for himself. “Let me have a bite.”

“But you didn’t want it when I ordered it a half hour ago.”

“I do now. And you’re not even eating it. It will go to waste, and no one wastes good cheesecake, Corrado. If it’s not a crime, it should be.”

“Like dog-earing books?” Alessio asked.

“Use a bookmark, Les.”

“They’re still not your books.”

She gave him a look.

He winked and grinned back in a way that had her stomach clenching. Ginevra now understood the effect these two men had on each other, too. Oh, they were infuriating and amazing and perfect, yes. How they interacted, loved, and lived that made them so fascinating to her. Especially now that their attention and affection was also being put on her.

“I’m only saying to use a bookmark, that’s all. It’s not hard, but you seem to think it is.”

“Or I keep doing it my way because you’re terribly cute when you’re worked up.”

Ginevra scoffed. “That’s—”

“Not a lie,” Corrado interjected.

Ginevra let out a hard breath, knowing there were fights she would not win. Chances are, these would be some of those.

Alessio chuckled, nodding at the man across from him. “Corrado doesn’t even like cheesecake—he’s more of a pastry type.”

Corrado glared across the table. “I’m having a teachable moment here, Les.”

“Right, sure.”

Ginevra grinned. “You just ordered it, so I would have it and not be guilty, didn’t you?”

“Maybe … or not.”

Alessio, leaning back in his chair so it balanced on only two legs while his foot propped itself on the edge, had his arm slung around the back of Ginevra’s chair. It allowed him to play with the edge of the low neckline on her dress and drift his fingers through her hair at the same time. He seemed all too content with watching Corrado tease Ginevra, instead of finishing the dinner on his plate.

Well, it was mostly gone, anyway.

Corrado picked up the fork, swiped it through the top of the soft cheesecake, and offered it to her with a sly smile that showed off every ounce of his arrogance. “Bite?”

Alessio clicked his tongue, chiding and amused at the same time. Still, he stayed quiet and watched them.

Ginevra eyed the sweet on the fork. “Will you admit that you only ordered it for me?”

“I don’t need to confirm things you already know, kitten. Take your bite.”

She did.