Page 80 of Valentino

My eyes snap up to her face. “Yes.”

Focus.

“What did I just say?”

You want to sit on my face?

“Anyway,” she snaps angrily. “I hate Carlo.”

We should fuck.

Distracted, she storms into her bathroom, and I can see her reflection in the mirror, she unzips her skirt and drops it before turning on the shower.

Her full body comes into view; she’s all curvy and cream lace and fuckable beauty.

I begin to hear my heartbeat in my ears.

“So, you know what I told her….” She unlatches her bra and as her breasts heavily drop free, my breath catches in my chest. I snap my eyes away….

Friends.

You should not be picturing the things you are.

“I’m going to get dressed,” I call as I rush from the room.

“I didn’t finish talking to you yet?” she calls.

“Oh yes you did,” I mutter under my breath. “Trust me, if I stay in there I’ll shut you up with my cock down your throat.”

We walk up the pathway to a large two-story white house; it’s perfectly kept with a beautifully manicured lawn. “This is where you grew up?” I ask.

“Uh-huh.” She smiles.

Three glasses. It takes three glasses of wine to tame the tiger. She yelled and vented for fifteen minutes straight and by the end of her third glass she was back to calm and collected Anna.

We walk up the eight front steps and just as she’s about to open the front door—“Just ignore everything George says.”

“Who’s George?”

“My God,” she whispers, “I told you already.”

“You told me a million things today; I can’t fucking keep up with all this information.”

“George is my cousin’s fiancé and he’s a complete idiot.”

“Yes.” I nod. “This rings a bell. Got it.”

ANNA

We walk through the front door. “Hello,” I call.

“Hello,” my mother calls, she turns the corner and her face lights up. “Anna, you brought someone.”

“This is Valentino.” I gesture to him. “Mom, meet Valentino, Valentino, this is my mom.”

“Ciao.” He smiles and gently kisses her two cheeks. “It’s so lovely to meet you,” he says.

My mother lets out a flirty giggle as she puts her hand on her chest. “Oh darling.” She gestures him to the other room and when he turns his back. . . “Oh my God,” she mouths. “He’s gorgeous!”