Page 59 of Lorenzo

I start opening the vanity drawers beside her make-up station.

No rubber duckies in the first drawer. Just lingerie with their price tags still attached.

Must be the fruit of a shopping spree with Antoine.

I’m about to close the drawer, but before I do, have an idea.

Why not leave one of the lingerie ensembles by the sink so Emily will see it, not leave it to languish in the darkness of that drawer.

My cock twitches at the thought of seeing her in this lacy pantie and bra set.

Then I resume my hunt for things ladies demand for a ‘relaxing bath.’ Though for me, a relaxing bath has me and my hard dick in it.

I hit the jackpot when I open the cabinet beneath the sink. It’s stocked with bubble bath and candles, leftovers from my bachelor days when I occasionally brought women home.

As I light a candle as the finishing touch, I feel like a five-star concierge as I strike the match.

When I return, Emily is still on the sofa, her arms wrapped around her knees.

“Come,” I say, taking her hand and helping her up. “It’s ready for you.”

I lead her to the bathroom. The lights are dimmed and the candle flickers.

“I’ll step away while you take off your clothes.”

“No. Stay. Just turn your back while I slip into the tub.”

I do what she says. When I hear the sound of water splashing, I ask if I can turn around instead of just doing it.

“Yes, of course. The water’s perfect, by the way.”

I sit on the little ottoman before her marble make-up counter.

She looks beautiful under that mound of foamy bubbles. Like a commercial for some bath product or something.

Emily winces as she runs the large foam bath sponge over her shoulder.

“It still stings?” I ask.

“I’ll be okay.”

I remind myself Emily’s been through a lot this evening. She’s not like me or my brothers. She didn’t grow up with violence.

When she’s had enough, I grab one of the fluffy heated towels from the rack and hold it open.

I struggle to avert my eyes as she steps into it.

“I’m okay now. I’ll just finish getting ready for bed.”

I leave the bathroom, pour myself a second scotch, then think about what Emily said about the restaurant.

Given that I’m running both the casino and the nightclub, no way would I be able to fit it in my schedule again.

It seems like an eternity since Gina, Luca, and I first convinced Dante to buy the restaurant.

Luca and I spotted the restaurant before Gina even married Dante. We both thought it would be a great asset for Ricci Holdings.

But it was Gina’s enthusiasm that really made the restaurant idea come to life.