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He turns his back, and we follow him through the foyer.
“Right, like you didn’t mind my hands on you in the car,” I whisper-shout.
“That reminds me,” he says jovially. “I’ll ask you to refrain from touching me. Armani silk is very hard to keep clean. I don’t need any unnecessary creases.”
I shake my head. “You do have majestic thighs.”
I feel his eyes on me as I stare straight ahead, trying to keep a straight face.
“Majestic?” he splutters.
“That’s a compliment, Medici.”
“Should I be thankful I didn’t skip leg day?”
“Well done, you made a little joke. I didn’t think you had it in you,” I muse.
Imagining him in the gym has my panties on fire. Up in flames. Goodbye.
While wrestling with these disturbing and untoward thoughts, all I can hear is the squeak of my sneakers as we cross the floor.
Marco cocks a brow when our eyes meet. Clearly, he is not laughing, and he doesn’t approve of my being here or anything else about me.
But, this was his choice, not mine. And I’ll remind him of that every damn moment I get.
“This is the main dining area,” Marco barks once we proceed through a swing door. “To the left is the kitchen, to the right the den.”
I’ve never seen anything like it, and I grew up wealthy.
The stone walls don’t make sense with the marble floor and pearly white furniture, but somehow it seems to work.
He has artwork adorning the walls, beautiful teardrop lights, and vaulted ceilings throughout, but the best thing of all is the view from each and every window facing the forest behind us.
It stretches for miles, looking down over a valley with dips and streams and never-ending greenery. I don’t even feel like I’m in Boston anymore.
“I’m impressed, Medici,” I say, because I really don’t need to lie. “You do have pretty good taste, for an Italian.”
That was for the jibe he made about me being Russian.
I’m also not being nice to him, he called me a psycho last night behind my back, and I haven’t forgotten about that.
“May I offer you and Miss Katiya a drink?” Maurice stands with his hands behind his back, waiting for his orders.
“I’ll take a whiskey in my study,” Marco says before turning to me. “I’ll escort Katiya to her room.”
No nightcap for me, then. Rude.
We proceed through yet another doorway, and low and behold, there’s an elevator.
Marco presses the button, and we wait in silence.
“You have a lovely home,” I say quietly.
He stares right ahead. “Thank you.”
“Do you ever get lost with all these floors and bedrooms and fifty-six bathrooms?”
The doors open, and we step in. He presses the top floor. Just as the doors are closing, Rocco appears out of nowhere, making me jump. He gives Marco a look, to which he just gives a simple nod back.
