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I close the door with finality.
Finally, I have her all to myself.
I'm not going to waste a single moment either.
Grace
After a week of seeing his face in my mind every time I close my eyes, here he is again.
Massimo.
He's just as dark and handsome as I remember with an aura of power and danger pulsing around him.
He has that kind of self-assurance about him that only men with great power have. His tone was commanding when he told me to get in the vehicle, even though it wasn't harsh, though he made it clear that I didn't have a choice in the matter.
And there must be something wrong with me because something about that tone caused my nipples to pebble in my bra. They’re still hard and aching, and I feel a pulse in between my legs. He slides into the back of the vehicle and places his arm over the seat behind me. He doesn't leave hardly any space between our bodies. I’m practically in the crook of his arm as his big frame seems to suck all the air out of the backseat.
His masculine scent wraps around me. He smells expensive, like sandalwood and mahogany and one-hundred percent virile male, and my God, he’s ripped too. I can see the muscles in his thighs ripple and cord when he moves.
Everything about him is large. I’m teeny tiny anyway, but I feel even smaller sitting next to his gigantic form.
He doesn't ask me where I live before he tells the driver my address. I blink, though I'm not entirely shocked at the knowledge that Massimo knows where I live. He said he knew me even though I didn't know him, and I feel a tingle go up my spine as I realize what this means.
I lick my lips as I ask him nervously, “Have you been stalking me?”
Massimo’s piercing blue eyes capture mine. He stares at me for a long moment as if he's drinking in my face and committing it to memory before he finally answers me. “I have been watching over you, my little tesoro.”
I swallow. “So that's a yes? Because that’s the definition of stalking, right? Watching someone without their knowledge?”
Massimo simply shrugs his shoulders unapologetically. “Call it what you will, Gracie.”
Gracie.
No one has ever called me that before. I've never let anyone get close enough for them to develop a nickname or pet name for me. I shouldn't like it. I don't know anything about this man, but I can't deny that I like the way he calls me Gracie. The way it sounds in the deep timbre of his voice.
He traces a finger along my thigh, and I can feel his touch burning me through the cotton of my leggings. I swallow again—hard. “What do you want from me?”
He tips my chin up and forces me to look at him so that he's looking directly into my eyes when he answers, “I want so much with you, Grace Birmingham.”
My heart is pitter-pattering away in my chest as he lowers his head down to mine. My breath hitches in my throat. I close my eyes, anticipating his kiss, but it never comes. When I open my eyes, it's to find his eyes open, staring right into mine. His lips are so close to mine, I can feel his breath fanning across them. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, the word skating across my lips.
He threads a hand through my hair and drags it through the silky strands, watching his hand pass through it as if it mesmerizes him.
His nostrils flare, and he leans in toward me again. I’m certain that he’s going to press his lips against mine this time, but he simply reaches across me and pops open the door.
When he finally sits back, I can breathe again, though I’m both strangely relieved and disappointed that he didn’t kiss me.
I look up to see his eyes blazing that blue fire down at me. “Go inside, tesoro, and make sure you lock the door behind you.”
I stare at him for a moment longer, frozen in place, before I finally break myself out of whatever trance he put me in and step out of the back of the vehicle on shaky legs.
I can't tell if his order was a warning that I should be worried that I'm in danger from someone else—or from him.
CHAPTER THREE
Grace
Of course, after I'm safely in my house with the door locked like Massimo told me, my mind obsessively replays our every interaction from the first one down to this last one, and I think of all the things I wish I'd asked him and said to him.
