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She blinks, then holds out the vanity kit. "As you wish."
I grab the bag from her. "Is this what you do? Shave the women he brings here?" I snap.
"He hasn't brought any other woman here before."
"Oh!" I gape. O-k-a-y. What the hell does that even mean? Nothing... Don’t go attaching meaning to actions where there are none, bitch. Fine. Okay. I blow out a breath. "Whatever," I murmur, then stare at her. "Was there anything else?"
"The Capo asks for your presence at dinner." She half smiles, then beckons "Whenever you are ready, please come down to the dining room on the ground floor."
I toss the kit onto the bed, "I am ready now."
"The Capo insists that you shave first."
"And if I refuse?"
Her eyes widen. "I don’t think you want to do that."
My backside throbs. No, of course, I don’t want to disobey Lord Alphaholington himself. A snicker catches in my throat. Whatever. It would be nice to be away from this room, even if it is a meal with his obnoxious alphaholeness.
"Fine," I sniff, "I'll be down once I've..." I wave the bag in the air.
She smiles, then turns and heads for the doorway.
"Wait, Cassandra."
She stops.
"Michael kidnapped me, you know. Is he holding you against your will too?"
She turns, fixes me with an inscrutable gaze, "The Capo gave me a job when I needed it most. He saved me and my family."
What the—? Not what I had expected to hear, but makes sense. The jerkass is smart enough to surround himself with people who owe him. What better way to gain their complete loyalty than my making sure that you provide for them and their families?
She half bows again, "Best not to keep the Capo waiting, signorina."
Turning, she leaves.
An hour later, I leave the room, freshly shaved—and no it's not because I want to please the asshole. It's only because... I feel much cleaner after shaving myself all over. My panties stick to my freshly-shaved pussy as I walk. Shit, the skin there feels so much more sensitive than usual, now that it is exposed. It’s hard not to be constantly aware of it. Bet he wanted me to feel this way. That's why he'd insisted that I remove all hair from there.Jerk.
I walk down two flights of stairs, then head past double doors that have been flung open. I peek out to see a grassy lawn sloping down. Trees fringe the sides of a path that curves and disappears. In the distance, the wide-open sea beckons.
I keep walking until I stop at another set of double doors. This should be it. I shove open the door, walk in and come to a halt. Michael is standing at the window with two men I have not seen before.
Michael turns to me. He looks me up and down. His nostrils flare and his eyes gleam. Asshole looks almost pleased that I defied his orders. Holy shit. Did he know that I would ignore the clothes he'd laid out and opt for something of my own choosing?
His lips curl and I resist the urge to stamp my foot. Walked right into that one, didn't I?Sneaky bastard.I glance away, just as one of the other men turns to me.
My breath catches. Oh, wow, this guy is beautiful. Face like an angel, piercing blue eyes similar to Michael’s, but darker in color. High forehead, sharp cheekbones, that same hooked nose. He’s as tall as Michael, is dressed similarly in a dark fitted suit that hugs his corded length. His jacket stretches across shoulders that are bulked up as if he lifts weights every day. Light pours over him, catches the golden lights in his dark blonde hair.
The overall effect is that of lightness. Where Michael carries a dark, edgy, dangerous aura, this man…has an electricity that sparks off of him. It seems to light up the space as he walks toward me.
I blink.
He holds out his hand, "Karma?"
I put out my hand to take his when there’s a snarl from the direction of the window, "Get away from her."
