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“Can I see the note on the flowers?” I ask, knowing the answer before he gives it.
“Absolutely not.”
My heart beats faster knowing that I’m on the cusp of seeing Adriano’s violent side again when he snaps off commands to his men, barking out orders with the precision and severity of a lieutenant.
Oh. That’s right, maybe it’s because heisone. Of a sort.
I’m not usually intimidated but I’m starting to feel like I’m in way over my head, and not just because there are people who want to hurt me… us?
When we get back to Bella Notte, Adriano asks me to stay in the car for a few more minutes while he makes phone calls. I don’t overhear them, but if he looked at me the way he’s staring at that phone, I might have a coronary.
Okay, so hubby needs to chill. Yeah, maybe there are good reasons for him to be royally pissed and ready to tear someone a new one, but I happen to have a few tricks up my sleeve.
When we get to a private room at Bella Notte, he curses under his breath and paces the room, running his fingers through his hair.
I pick up my new phone and call Eden.
“Yes?”
“Can I please order a charcuterie board for two, a couple of those delicious pressed panini things, some fries, and a big, and I mean huge, bottle of really nice wine?”
I can hear her smile on the other end of the line. “Yes of course, I’ll be right on that.”
Adriano swings around to look at me. “Who the fuck are you calling?”
“Room service,” I say sweetly, as I begin unbuttoning my top. I don’t wear fancy tops, but I wore this one especially because of the buttons and the ability to tease him with a little cleavage.
“We don’t have room service!” he snaps, very, very clearly in need of some… stress relief.
I only shrug.
“I’m not hungry,” he says, not unlike a petulant toddler protesting he doesn’t want to take a nap.
“I’m starving. I’ll eat yours, too,” I say innocently.
Adriano’s phone rings and he glances at the screen. “I have to take this, it’s Sergio. You stay right fucking there.”
That’s what he thinks. Ha!
The first way to calm the temper of an irate alpha is by feeding the man.
The second is, obviously, a blow job.
But first, I’m gonna let him take out a little aggression on my ass. I just hope I’m not biting off more than I can chew.
So as soon as he starts talking to Sergio, inItalian,the jerk, so I don’t understand a word he’s saying, I very,oh so carefullypush myself out of bed and go to the bathroom, where I strip to nothing but my panties and take meticulous time plucking my eyebrows. I get exactly two errant hairs plucked before he’s pounding on the door.
“I told you to fucking stay put!”
“Had to pee,” I say, stifling a giggle.
“You should’ve asked me.”
“You looked busy.”
“Let me in!”
“Fuck off, darling,” I say sweetly, letting him get good and huffy.
