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‘Who, me?’ I said, feigning innocence. ‘I’m a sensible girl…’
‘Yes, Sophia,’ warned Erica. ‘Stay away from Italian men. They arecani: dogs. You are newly single. Best you spend time on your own. Don’t get involved with these stupiduomini,’ she insisted.
Uh-oh. If there’s one thing that’s sure to make me determined to do something, it’s being toldnotto. As we drove back to the villa, I started to evaluate everything I had now heard about Lorenzo.
So, he was a sex addict, who had previously slept with guests, was an equal opportunities womaniser who didn’t discriminate in terms of age, looks or size and was quite literally happy to shag anything that moved.
Hmm. This is interesting.I wondered if his services extended to guests that were rubbish at rolling out pasta thinly, had initially found achieving the correct sponge-and-cream ratio for making tiramisu a challenge and hadn’t yet mastered the art of producing glossy dough.
As I was still relatively young and in good shape, surely that would give me an advantage—no? I started to weigh it up in my head. What if I were to take control and proposition him? The chances of rejection must be quite slim, seeing as he was a sex addict and all. And even if he rejected me, we would only be at the villa for a few hours tomorrow before being driven to the airport, so he should be easy enough to avoid and then I’d never have to see him again.
Hmm. Maybe, just maybe I was still in with a chance of sampling some hot Italian arse after all…
