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“Okay,” she agreed. “I do need to get a feel for how you do things and that way we can figure out where I best fit into the scheme of the family business.”
She hopped out of bed; my dick stirred at her body and how she didn’t hide it from me. She went over to the closet where one of the maids had already unpacked all of her clothes. Bria actually didn’t have that much stuff that she’d brought with her. It made me wonder if there was more sitting in some abandoned room at her family mansion, the Montrellis’ home.
Hopefully, she would feel comfortable enough bringing the rest of her things over after the wedding.
We both got dressed in silence, but I was excited to find that she had managed to make sophisticated business attire look stunning. I was already itching to strip her and have my way with her.
Our children were going to be gorgeous. I wanted to laugh at the fact that I was thinking about something that was obviously happening but until four days ago hadn’t even been a thought in my brain. It was crazy how fast things could change and priorities shifted.
Cups of coffee in hand, we headed down to the kitchen, where the cook quickly started making breakfast for us.
As we waited for it to cook, I went over with Bria the schedule of where we needed to go for today.
“There’s a couple of businesses that we need to visit and check in and make sure everything’s going okay. It’s always good for the boss to show up and have a little face to face time with those running the actual businesses. Most of the time they seem to run smoothly, but on occasion, having my presence or a member of the Romano family show up generally keeps things running on a much more even keel.”
Bria nodded and sipped at her coffee.
“We’ll need to get with a wedding coordinator to start planning and making arrangements for that wondrous day.” Bria groaned and my cock twitched again as the sounds came out of her mouth.
Oh, those gorgeous lips needed to quit being distracting.I came back to reality as she asked, “Is that going to be the kind of duty you have for me? Planning the wedding just because I’m a woman?” The tone of her voice made me laugh.
“You don’t sound excited to be getting married?” I lifted her hand and nibbled on one of her knuckles. Her cheeks flushed, and she simply rolled her eyes at me.
“Oh, it’s the day I’ve always dreamed of.” The sarcasm dripped from her voice.
I tightened my hold on her hand and pulled her into my lap, putting her just slightly taller than me.
She looked down at my face with a smile.
“What is it that you dream about, sweet cheeks?”
Her quiet laugh stilled as she leaned down close to my ear and whispered.
“Murder. This week. Specifically, your family’s murder.” The grin on her face said it all. While she was super serious, she was also poking fun at me.
I looked up and smiled back. I had my hand stroking up and down her spine.
“You’ve had multiple times to kill me while I slept right next to you. I’m still alive.”
“Well, if you continue to deny me orgasms like you did last night,” she winked at me, “then you might not make it through another night.” With those words, she moved back to the barstool.
I stood as well, placing a hand on her hip.
“If you behave, then everyone should survive just fine.”
She looked up at me through long lashes before walking over to refill her cup of coffee.
Breakfast was spent in a delightful back and forth of sarcasm and teasing. It felt completely natural even though I’d only known her for two days. This arrangement seemed to be getting better and better. Far different than what I had originally imagined it would be.
“Are we ready to go?”
“Yes.”
Leaving the dishes for the cook to attend to, I took her down to the garage where Stefano joined us with another soldier for backup.
“Do we need to check in with the girl that was trafficked?” Stefano asked me.
“No,” Bria responded for me. “The two female guards are outside the room and will let me know if there is anything urgent. And her name is Elana, not just the girl that was trafficked. She needs to hear it and regain her identity.”
