Page 27 of Secret Seduction

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Lorenzo

“I was thinking we could get out of here.” Vanessa runs her fingers along the top of my forearm, and goose bumps prickle my skin.

“I already told you that I don’t do one-night stands,” I choke out, really wishing I did because it’s been too fucking long and the woman is beautiful.

“I know,” she says. “But we can still get out of here.”

I stand, and my body sways slightly.

“Here,” she says, standing and gripping my elbow, “let me help you.”

I jolt awake, a flashback from the other night hitting me. I’ve been struggling to remember how everything went down the night Vanessa and I got married.

She drugged me.

Then seduced me.

And when I reminded her that I didn’t do one-night stands, she married me?

It doesn’t make any sense. She didn’t need to marry me to get rid of her virginity …

“Dada!” Leo yells through the baby monitor, pushing all thoughts of Vanessa aside.

I take a quick piss and then head inside Leo’s room to change his diaper and get him dressed for the day. I usually make it a point to be up and ready before he wakes up, but since I slept through my alarm this morning, I bring him into the bathroom with me, setting up his chair so he’s safe while I shower and get ready.

I have a meeting this morning, but since I still don’t have a nanny, I insisted it’d be done via video. So, I throw on a suit, wanting to keep it professional and set a good precedent for my team, and make our breakfast. Leo gets oatmeal with fruit, followed by a bottle, and I make myself bacon and eggs with toast with a side of caffeine.

Once we’re both fed and the dishes are done, I set Leo inside his play yard with his toys so I can get through this meeting.

I’m setting up my video conference on the laptop when my phone rings.

“Mr. Russo,” Ronald, one of the doormen, says. “The courier is here with a certified letter that requires your signature.”

I glance at Leo just as Vanessa appears in the doorway. With her brown hair up in a messy bun, her slim neck is on display. My gaze descends to the bright yellow tank top she’s wearing that reads I love talking to myself. She gets me.

With the words written across her chest, my eyes go to the swells of her breasts and then naturally slide down the front of her body, over her flat stomach—where a hint of skin peeks out from the bottom of her tank, matching her tiny yellow cotton shorts—before stopping at her long, toned legs. She must be a good five foot seven, maybe eight, and all fucking legs. I imagine them wrapped around my neck as my face delves into her cunt and⁠—

“I can watch him,” she offers, snapping me out of my absurd fantasy and forcing my eyes to ascend back up to hers, which I note are twinkling with mirth.

Fuck, she caught me checking her out.

She quirks a knowing brow and smirks, and I clear my throat.

Matteo needs to find Leysa ASAP.

I cannot live with this woman.

“Mr. Russo,” Ronald says, reminding me he’s still on the phone and waiting for direction.

I glance at my son, who’s playing nicely on the floor, and then at Vanessa again, torn between not wanting her anywhere near my son and not wanting to take him downstairs to sign for the letter. He’s content, and I really need to get through this meeting.

“I’ll be right down,” I tell Ronald and then hang up.

“Just … keep an eye on him. Make sure he’s okay, doesn’t choke on anything, and I’ll be right back.”

“Yes, sir!” Vanessa chirps, her grin widening in mock cheer as she raises her hand to salute me.