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Jeez, why does he have to smell so good?!
When he pulls away, the desire in Tiero’s eyes is blazing, and my cheeks heat under his scrutiny. He holds out his hand to me, and as I take it, he pulls me closer and plants a tender kiss on my lips.
Ahhh, that’s more like it.
Sadly, he doesn’t linger and almost immediately steps back.
“Are you ready to experience Sicily’s finest dining experience?” Tiero asks beaming at me with a panty melting smile.
Oh my.
Perhaps I should take a spare pair of panties with me. The ones I’m wearing are already damp.
Still holding my hand, Tiero leads me to the elevator where Santino and another guard are waiting.
“Hello, Santino. It’s nice to see you again,” I say in greeting. For a millisecond, he looks surprised by my acknowledgment.
“Likewise, Miss O’Neil,” he replies with a smile that surprises me. It’s the first time I’ve seen Santino do anything other than scowl.
I turn to the other guard with a smile and introduce myself. He blushes, and I try to stifle my glee at his reaction. He introduces himself as Mauro. Big and muscly like the others, he’s only young, maybe in his mid-twenties.
Tiero smiles down at me as if amused. He probably never had a date greet his staff. But if my parents and my job have taught me anything, it’s to acknowledge everyone, no matter who they are. No person is more or less special than another. It’s a lesson that has stuck with me.
We enter the confined space of the elevator, and I feel tiny, surrounded by so much testosterone. We make the ride to the lobby in silence. Tiero’s thumb brushes over the back of my hand in a steady rhythm—it wakes up the swarm of butterflies.
Will this ever change?
Today, there are three cars parked in front of the hotel. The usual two black SUVs are flanking a black Ferrari.
Oh my God!
And it’s not just any kind of Ferrari—it’s their latest and fastest and aptly named812 Superfast. It’s the most sexy car I’ve ever seen. I want to jump for joy.
“Are we driving in this?” I ask, beaming at Tiero while pointing at the car.
His smile is just as bright. “We sure are. Do you approve?”
Do I approve? Is he serious?
I throw my arms around his neck and pepper his face with kisses. “This is amazing. I love it.”
He walks me to the passenger side and opens the door. I slip into the car and onto the super-soft leather seat that seems to mold itself around my body. The interior is as luxurious as I imagined. I’m in awe of the craftsmanship. What a sleek machine. I want to drive this baby.
Tiero joins me moments later, looking even hotter behind the wheel of this beast. Recklessly, I want to climb onto his lap and kiss the living bejesus out of him. But instead, I rein in my desire and grin at him widely. “Can I drive?” I ask. “Please say yes, pleeeease say yes,” I plead playfully.
He smiles at me brightly. “Sure. How about on the way back?”
I nod excitedly.
Holy shit! I’m going to drive the fastest Ferrari money can buy. Dreams do come true. I’m so giddy I could pee my pants, as Rhia would say.
Tiero starts the car. The engine roars to life and then purrs like a big, happy cat. The two SUVs, one in front and the other behind, both start their engines too, and our little procession is on its merry way.
“Wow, I can’t believe you own one of these. I’ve never driven in a V12 before.” I gush, my excitement hard to contain. “Even a Formula One car only has eight cylinders.”
“After what you told me the other day, I knew you’d appreciate it.”
“Oh my gosh, you have no idea! I’m so excited.”
