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Suddenly sensing my change in mood, Elle stood up and grabbed my shoulders. “Hey! I am only joking. I know what I said, Liv, but... you might just be the right girl for my fratello. I have never seen him this way with anyone before.” I looked up into her kind eyes and frowned.
“Trust me! He is downstairs right now, constantly fiddling with his hair and shaking out his arms every few minutes. He is nervous as shit. No one makes him nervous.”
I chuckled at the mental image she had just portrayed in my mind. Surely, that was not true. Her eyes cast down my body and back to my bed where the clothes were laid out. “I am guessing you are nervous too due to the fact you are still not dressed and supposed to be leaving in five minutes.”
“I can’t decide what to wear.”
“No brainer. 100% this one. No doubt about it,” she leaned over and picked up the little black dress with a grin.
“Isn’t it a bit much? And I would have to wear heels... in the snow,” I curled my eyebrow up knowingly and she shook her head with a smirk.
“Ever seen mamma without a pair of heels? If she can manage it, so can you. Now get your sexy ass in that dress now before Gio storms up here and gets you himself. He doesn’t like waiting, Liv!” She winked and walked out of my room, leaving me holding the dress in my hands. Show stopper it is...
Best Behaviour
Giovanni
“Did she say anything about me?” I asked Elle as she appeared downstairs after checking in on Olivia.
She waltzed past me with that cocky air of arrogance that seems to run in the family. “Si. I believe her exact words were ‘Quick! Help me escape out this window from your whipped brother?’” she chuckled. I don't know why I bothered asking. Winding me up was her favourite pastime. I gave her the middle finger.
“She’s late,” I muttered as I glanced down at my Rolex.
“Perfection takes time,” Elle teased, giving me a smug grin. I rolled my eyes and lifted my tumbler to my mouth in the hope that the strong liquor would settle my nerves. Yes. That’s right. I was a fucking jittery mess. What the hell was wrong with me?
The longer I waited, the more I wondered if she had changed her mind. The pressure I felt for tonight was insane. I wanted it to go well. No, it had to go well. I needed to know that she liked me. The real me. That she didn’t think I was anything like that asshole of a stepbrother. That I would never hurt her. I had decided I would tell her who I really was once I was convinced that she had accepted the real me. And no matter how fucking hard it was, I wasn’t going to sleep with her until I had. I was going to take this slow. At her pace. After everything she told me about her past sexual experiences, I was more convinced than ever that I needed her trust if I was going to make her see how good it could be. How good it could be with me.
Movement at the top of the staircase caught my eye and I lowered my glass from my lips, frozen in mid-air as my eyes took her in. She was a vision. In a black low-cut dress, which gave a tempting display of her perky tits but in an elegant yet teasing way. The dress moulded every curve on her body and my mouth watered. She was wearing her dark hair down in loose waves and she had even put on more make-up than I had ever seen her wear before. She didn’t need it as she is naturally beautiful, but I have to admit it made her green and gold eyes pop even more. My heart was pounding at the sight of her.
Conversations died. Time stood still. Her eyes fluttered around the room anxiously until they landed on me. She held my gaze and my heart did a somersault. I clattered my glass down on the kitchen top clumsily, breaking the silence, and Mamma walked towards her as she reached the bottom step.
“Bellissima! You look amazing, Olivia!”
She smiled politely as she ran her hands nervously over her hips, which drew my eyes from her face back down to that enticing body. Realising I was still standing motionless like a fool, I stalked towards her, trying not to look like a predator about to go in on its kill.
“You really do look stunning, bambola,” I agreed, and her exquisite eyes locked with mine. A cute blush made her cheeks rosy as I held my hand out for her to take. She hesitated a moment as she looked around at mamma and Elle, who gave her encouraging smiles. She was still unsure of me. Of us. Tonight it was my mission to change that. Finally, she took it and I smiled widely as we walked out of the lodge. She hesitated at the top of the icy steps of the veranda. I looked down and realised she was wearing very sexy but very fucking high heels. Without warning, I bent down and scooped her up in my arms, causing her to squeal and wrap her arms around my neck.
“I know your game,” I smirked as she stared at my face. When I reached the ice-clad road, I didn’t put her down but instead continued to walk towards the main hub with her in my arms.
“What game?”
“You wear ridiculous shoes just so I have to carry you everywhere,” I grinned, keeping my eyes fixed forward, but I knew she was scowling at me.
“I didn’t ask you to pick me up!”
“If you hate it so much, I can just put you down,” I turned and looked down at her pretty face as she narrowed her eyes.
“Well, you carried methisfar, you might as well carry me until there’s no more snow,” she replied with a shrug of her shoulders and I chuckled. She liked being in my arms just as much as I loved her there.
I had booked dinner at a Michelin star restaurant, Baumanière 1850, and paid to have a private room away from everyone. That way, my men could wait outside and we could have some time alone. Having my loyal soldiers around us wasn’t exactly setting the scene for a romantic evening.
I couldn’t help but stare at her as we walked into the restaurant and her eyes grew wider as the server showed us upstairs and into a beautifully decorated and candlelit room with an open fire. Her mouth dropped open when she saw the huge bouquet of red roses on her chair.
“Are these for me? Did you do this?” she asked, picking them up and smelling them.
I chuckled. “Do you like them?”
“They are beautiful. Thank you,” she smiled genuinely, and I instantly wanted to kiss her. Realising I no longer had to hold back from stopping myself possessing those lips anymore, I did exactly that. I felt her melt against me within seconds as my hand firmly pulled her into me at the nape of her neck. She lowered the flowers from between us to her side so I could press my body up against hers. It was a slow and gentle kiss. Nothing too heated. I had remembered to take things slow and if I got too excited this early in the night, I would be doomed.
