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She laughs. “No, I can’t do that. You are completely mental.”
“Listen, do you remember the other night when I told you that a guy asked me for my number, and then he said ‘I have to go, my boss is here’ and his boss was Enrico?” I whisper. “Yeah.”
“Well, he turned up here today to work, and his name is Sergio.”
“At the house in Como?”
“Yes, and he was giving me the look.”
“What look?”
“You know. The fucking look.”
“There are a lot of looks. I need specifics.”
“Like the I think you’re hot kind of look.”
“That’s a given. All guys give that look. They’re horny fucktards.”
I nod. This is true. “I got home early today, and the gate was being fixed, so I walked up the driveway by myself. When I came in, Sergio came out from upstairs.”
“Who?”
“The fucking guy I just told you about,” I whisper.
“He was inside your house?”
“Yes—said he was checking the shutters or some shit.”
“Okay, so?”
I look around guiltily. “I just came into the ensuite bathroom and the lubricant is out on the side, and my dirty panties are in the basket. I didn’t put them there.”
“Get fucked,” she whispers. “You think you interrupted him jerking off to your panties?”
“I… I don’t know,” I stammer. “Maybe?”
She gasps.
“I know,” I whisper.
“Oh, I know this is appalling for you, but that’s so fucking hot. Send him my way, I do love a kinky man.”
“What?” I whisper. “That’s not fucking hot, Natalie, that’s creepy.”
“How do you smell?” she asks. “I hope they smell good. Sniff them and see.”
I burst out laughing. “Will you be serious for one minute, please?” I look around again. “And, of course I smell good… I hope.”
“I’m sure Mr. Ferrara will love the thought of his staff sniffing your vag.”
I put my head into my hands and laugh. This really does sound ridiculous.
“Maybe I got it wrong.” I frown.
“Enrico could have put them there,” she offers as an explanation.
“I guess.”
