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She tastes like mint and some rich chocolate that she must have snuck after dinner. My heart is thudding too hard against my chest plate. I have the feeling that she’s inexperienced due to her age, but she doesn’t kiss like it. Kissing Mia Lorenzo is a lot hotter than I expected, and I chase her lips with my own when she finally pulls away so that she can breathe.
Then she smiles.
“Okay. I’ll move in next week,” she says.
I’m breathing hard as she ushers me out of her room and closes the door.
What have I gotten myself into?
4
MIA
Four days later, my father’s men are moving all of my things into Dante’s mansion, and I stand in the foyer, watching them.
I’m still thinking about Dante, how he brought me dinner after I’d excused myself early. It surely means he’s interested, right? And maybe this isn’t just because of his father’s wishes? The way he’d kissed me...
I have to think that he really wants this, or else I’ll never go through with it.
“Are you sure all this furniture is okay?” I ask as they take the wraparound red leather couch I’d had set up in my huge room upstairs.
“Of course,” Dante says absent-mindedly. He’s on his phone; I assume for business. My father sure is attached to his, and they’re in the same line of business. “Place needs a woman’s touch.”
“I like the red,” Marisa says. Dante’s already introduced me to his housekeeper, and she looks pale and drawn, with bags under her eyes.
“Father’s service will be on Saturday,” Dante says, looking up at Marisa instead of at me. “That sound good, Marisa?”
She nods before covering her face with her hands and running upstairs.
“She’s taking it really hard,” I comment.
“That’s because they were lovers,” Dante says bluntly, and I blink at him.
“Your father had a mistress?”
“Not while Mama was alive, but after, yes.”
“Do you believe in having mistresses while you’re married?” I ask, my tone sounding accusatory. I know that a lot of men in the famiglia have wives and mistresses, but that isn’t something that I want to put up with.
“Of course not,” Dante says, frowning as if he finds it offensive, but I swear he’s hiding a smirk.
“Better not,” I mumble, and Dante laughs, coming down the stairs to sweep me up into his arms.
I giggle, not used to this kind of affection from him (or anyone, really, my father kept me well protected), but I love it. He kisses along the side of my face. I’m nervous to spend the night here, since we haven’t done anything other than kiss, and that was just once in my bedroom that first night.
And I haven’t been with a man since I was in high school, so there’s that.
I’m not exactly a virgin but I’m certainly not experienced, and I have an idea that Danteis. I’ve heard about his reputation, how he brings home a girl every week.
Dante puts me down and kisses the back of my neck, making me shiver.
“I need to go out for a bit. Feel free to snoop around, pretty girl,” he says in a low voice, right next to my ear, and I shiver again.
Dante exits the house without telling me where he’s going, but I’m definitely used to that with my father.
I guide the guys to bring in the rest of my stuff, most of it going up to the master bedroom, and then I walk upstairs, touring the house. It’s a mansion about the size of my father’s, something like ten or twelve bedrooms, a huge kitchen, an infinity pool in a heated pool house out back. I can’t wait to go into the pool. We have one, but my father never liked the idea of heating it.
The only door that’s locked upstairs is at the end of the hall, and I frown, trying to look through the keyhole. All I can see is a desk, and I assume it must be Dante’s office, or maybe his father’s. That’s probably why it’s locked.
