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The kind of commands a part of me wants to follow.
Also, I’m not sure I can move yet. Gross that those guys slipped me something. Gross that I didn’t notice.
He smiles, half gets up, and then presses his nose against mine. “Your thoughts, babe, are all over your fucking pretty face. Last night? Not your fault. Also,” he says softly, “you asked me to take something from you, and I’m thinking when the time is right, I just might.”
This time I frown. “What?”
“Just stay, okay.”
He stands then, and my mouth starts to water. Oh, boy, he’s in a black suit, complete with a tie and black shirt that fits him to perfection.
Nicolo is killer hot, killer gorgeous. And I’m betting that suit cost a lot. Along with being custom made.
“How long will you be?”
He walks to the door, checking something inside his coat. “Not sure. But hopefully not too long.”
And then he’s gone.
I flop down on the pillow that smells so much like him. My head hurts, and I’m frustrated.
Oh, God. For the first real time in my life, I’m sexually frustrated. I’ve wanted guys before. I’ve fooled around and been turned on, but this?
This is next level.
Suddenly I groan as more flashes come back.
Oh yeah, I kissed him, gave him no choice. I also ground my pussy against him, and I told him I thought I had a stalker and that I wanted him, and that . . . I swallow. That I want him to be my first.
I told the hottest man in existence I was a twenty-three-year-old virgin.
“Way to go, Avah.”
* * *
It’s almost one p.m. when I finally drag my ass up and to the shower. After, I pull on the clothes he laid out and wander about, poking and prodding in the kitchen, settling on some healthy-looking cereal and low-fat milk.
Nicolo’s fridge does have soda. But it’s also full of healthy food, as is his pantry and freezer. Part of me expects slabs of meat, but there’s only a little, and it’s got a pasture-raised stamp on it.
Who is this man?
He gets more intriguing by the minute.
The book by the bed is about the Middle East, by some award-winning journalist. I know the man isn’t an idiot, but he’s a lot of different puzzle pieces I think will take a long time to put together.
I’m not saying he’s a mysterious creature, but he’s a straightforward man with a lot of hidden depths.
My phone rings as I settle on the sofa.
“Hey,Tesoro. Everything good?”
His voice coils against my ear, and I can’t help but smile as a soft flame licks at me inside.
“Having some cereal. I’m feeling like some kind of kept woman here.”
He laughs. “That’s a thought I can get behind. Listen, I’m gonna be a little longer than I thought, maybe late afternoon or early evening.”
I pull my legs under me as I put the bowl down on the coffee table. I like the smoke and purr of his low voice against my ear. “I can go home.”
