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“Why did you say that name?” The man - Romeo? - asks me softly.
“No reason,” I reply slowly, “I just thought that maybe you were someone I knew. But that would be impossible, wouldn't it?”
The man is quiet for a long time. “Shit,” he says at last, which is both good news and bad news for me. Either he’s annoyed that I’ve clocked his identity, or he’s realizing who I am and the implications of that.
“What do you mean by that?” I inquire snarkily.
“Juliet? he asks incredulously.
My heart sinks even as it soars. If this was indeed Romeo and he hadn't known that it was me, then maybe there is a chance that we can clean this all up. Even better than that, maybe there is a chance for us to have a future. If he is as connected as I am, then there was no need to protect him anymore. He could know me, and I could know him, and we could be together for real.
I am perfectly aware that I’m weaving fairy tales right now. For one thing, I'm engaged, for another maybe he just he's not interested in something more than anonymous scenes with me.
But if anonymity was all he wanted, he could have chosen to have a different partner every time.He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
I have to believe this is true or else I will lose my mind.
“Romeo… please untie me. Let's sort this out.”
I wait with bated breath unsure of what he will do next. It occurs to me that I know a secret about this man. One that would be dangerous for him if it came out. Maybe he’ll just choose to slash my throat and drop me in the Atlantic Ocean.
I’d be fish food.
It is with some relief that I feel him begin to untie my knots. “Maybe we can replay this whole thing in a scene,” I blurt out without thinking.
He chuckles that deep laugh as familiar to me as my own. Soon I am free, and he helps me to my feet, rubbing the circulation back into my hands. He's very gentle, and his hands on my body are very familiar. I lean into him letting him support me. He sits me back down on the chair and begins to massage my feet until the pins and needles go away.
I sigh, relaxing completely, my eyes closed. I know I'm in safe hands. Finally, he takes off the blindfold, picks me up and carries me to another room where there is a bed, already made-up. “Rest a while,” he murmurs gently, “I’ll have my men bring you some food.”
I grasp his shirt desperately, “Please don't leave me.”
“I won't, I promise. I just have to go and check something and I'll be right back.”
“No, please, you can't go. Are you going to leave me here with some stranger?”
“Of course, not Juliet, I'll be right in the next room.”
“It's Giada actually,” I whisper shyly, the submissive in me taking over effortlessly.
“Giada? And I'm Romano.”
I gasp, “No, you're not!”
He chuckles again, softly, warmly, fondly. “I'm afraid I am.”
I wail in despair. “…and our families are mortal enemies.”
He spreads his hands out, giving me a look of expectation.
I sigh, drooping defeatedly. “I can't believe you're him. All my fantasies just flew out the window.”
He goes very still, his blue eyes intent as he stares at me. I wanted to tell him how lovely they are, but I can barely move. All I can do is stare. He is very handsome. I mean, I had kind of figured he was but he exceeded all of my expectations.
“What do you mean all your fantasies flew out the window?”
I curse my stupid mouth inwardly.
I sigh in defeat, “I don't know. I hid my identity from you because I didn't want you to get caught up in…” I wave my hands around indicating everything. “But a little secret part of me always thought that one day we could be together in a different way. I don't know, it was just a stupid fantasy. It wasn't practical and it wasn't going to happen.”
