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“You know me. I like variety. Romeo has plenty of fun with her though,” he says, chuckling, before turning more serious. “With Molinaro loose, you’ll need to double security around Ella.”
Mateo’s comment brings the first genuine smile to my face since dropping her off at her hotel. I told him about her the day I met her… told him I found my One.
He didn’t question it.
Mateo grinned and pulled out the celebratory whiskey, the one we keep for special occasions, and poured us both a glass, toasting to Mrs. Ella De Marco.
“Already done,” I tell him.
“Good.” I love he’s looking out for her already. She’s family now.
“How was your date?” he asks.
“Fucking memorable. She’s something else… a total surprise package.”
I tell him about Santino blowing a gasket, having to chase us when she took off in the Ferrari. Mateo chuckles. “You’ll have fun keeping her in line.”
Oh, I will.
The convoy of cars pulls up at my house, and I get out and head into my study. I need to focus on my next steps with Molinaro, need to come up with a new plan to draw him out.
But my thoughts keep drifting to Ella. The feel of her body in my hands, her moans, and whimpers… so enticing.
I’m rock hard all over again.
And the way she let go when she climaxed—utter perfection.
I need a release!
I reach into my pocket and pull out Ella’s panties, bringing them to my nose and inhaling her intoxicating scent.
Tomorrow, I vow to myself. Tomorrow I’ll have her and end this torture I put myself through.
Chapter Sixteen
Ella
“Hey,sweets.Howisit going? Are you making progress?” I ask as I enter Rhia’s room the following morning.
It’s early… well, it’s nine o’clock, but that’s early when you’re on vacation. Rhia is sitting at her make-shift desk furiously typing into her computer. She looks up briefly as I sit down on her lounge and holds up her pointer finger.
“Just give me a sec,” she says, distracted.
I pick up the room service menu to check out the breakfast options. It turns out the kitchen doesn’t stock parsnip, and an omelet without it is not my cup of tea. Hmm, the pancakes sound good.
I place an order for both of us, and not long after, Rhia and I are enjoying a scrumptious breakfast with stunning views of the azure blue waters.
As expected, Rhia quizzed me about last night’s dinner as soon as we sat down to eat. She’s learned over the years she gets most information out of me when I’m happily occupied munching. I tell her all of it, and her eyes are ablaze with excitement. What happened at the restaurant is right up her alley.
“Holy cow. That’s hot,” she gushes. “My nickname for Tiero will be Goldfinger from now on… or Goldfingers.” We burst out laughing at the image.
“Yeah, let’s not. I don’t want a picture of an overweight, ginger-haired villain in my head the next time Tiero gets creative.”
In true Rhia fashion, she ignores my comment and keeps swooning. “Aren’t dirty talkers just the best?”
Who could argue with that? It sure turned me on to the point of no return.
“It felt weird, though, being the only ones on that rooftop when the restaurant downstairs was full to the brim.”
