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My pussy quivered from hearing his voice. “You were testing me, finding out if I had any resolve.”
“Yes, I was testing you. There’s nothing worse than a woman who allows herself to be caught up in what others want.”
I walked inside, crossing my arms and glancing at the ironing board. “I am very curious why a man of your stature would be ironing his own clothes. You have at least six people working in this household alone. They could do something so menial for you.”
“There are two reasons for why I’m doing this.” He continued, taking his time to press the last short sleeve before placing the iron on the back of the board. Then he grabbed his shirt, pulling it over his head, his muscles flexing.
My mouth watered, filthy things forming in my mind.
“Please tell me,” I encouraged.
As he started to shove the bottom hem of the shirt into his jeans, he walked closer. “The first reason is that a few years ago I had an associate who I trusted. Unfortunately, he got himself into a jam and instead of coming to me for help, he turned informant for the FBI. Information was discovered and it was the single time I came very close to being sent to prison. The way he managed to perform his job was by placing a tiny bug on three of my shirts. After that, I’ve never allowed anyone to do my laundry, ironing giving me the ability to ensure there is no one listening.”
I took a deep breath as I thought about what he was saying. “What happened to that man?”
“Let’s just say he’s no longer my employee.”
Another shiver coursed through me. “The second reason?”
He grinned, his eyes narrowing as he closed the distance. “That’s easy. It’s very therapeutic.” As he clutched the front of my shirt, pulling me closer, I almost drowned in his rich scent.
“I guess a savage man like you does need a hobby.”
“I prefer other more carnal activities.” He kept his hold on my shirt, crumpling the material and pulling me onto my toes. As he lowered his head, he exhaled and the hot breath was as scintillating as the man. When he captured my mouth, I pressed my hand against his chest, marveling in the feel of his muscles underneath the tight shirt.
Wanting him was becoming easy; liking him was something I hadn’t anticipated. As I fell into the kiss, every nerve ending on fire, I dared to think about our future together. There would always be an enemy, organizations attempting to destroy every moment of happiness. It was a crap shoot how long he’d remain alive, but maybe, just maybe we could forge out some happiness.
The kiss was passionate, a deep yearning that could never be sated, but it was also sweet. When he pulled away, he issued a single growl. “Are you ready for your surprise?”
“If you tell me why you took a trip.”
“Didn’t I encourage you a few minutes ago not to ask questions?”
“No, you said if I didn’t want to learn the truth I shouldn’t ask.”
“Semantics. I had business to attend to. Come with me.” He wasn’t going to take no for an answer, pulling me by the hand and out of the room. I’d yet to explore the house and when he took me in another part of the estate, I was able to see just how expansive it truly was. There were several rooms, so many I couldn’t count. He finally pulled me to a room where the door was closed.
“Close your eyes,” he instructed, turning me around and placing his hand over both.
“This isn’t fair.”
“Nothing in life is fair, my princess. The sooner you realize that the better.”
Groaning, I did as I was told. I could tell he opened the door, then led me inside. When he removed his hand, I kept my eyes closed.
“You can look.”
This time, a moment of shock took over. It was a music room, the baby grand piano the centerpiece. But next to it was a stunning violin. I walked closer, daring to brush my fingers over the instrument. “You did this for me?”
“I’m not always an evil man, Giada. Maybe I do have a heart after all.”
I raced toward him, throwing my arms around his neck, burying my head against his chest. The tender moment was special, even though fear of the unknown continued to rear its ugly head.
“Thank you. How? Where?”
“You’d be surprised what I can find,” he murmured. “One day I’ll find a Stradivarius for you. Play for me.”
“I’m rusty. I don’t know if I can.”
