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Realistic?
He wants fucking realistic?
“Threaten my junk again and I won’t think you’re so cute anymore.”
Before I can do just that, warm lips with a tinge of coffee meet my own for the briefest of a second, maybe even two, and then he pulls back with a smile on his too sexy of a face. I’m about to comment when he places a finger to my mouth.
“Don’t ruin the moment.”
About that time, the sound of a door slamming from behind me makes us both turn our heads. I have to twist my body to the side to see what’s going on.
There is a door off to the side of the kitchen that I’m now noticing, where an older woman has entered. She looks as though she might be the same age as my own mother if she were still alive. I’m guessing she is in her early fifties or maybe late forties.
“What are you doing here?” Drago asks asshe placesan oversized purse on the counter.“It’s Saturday.”
“Didn’t you get my note?”Drago and I both follow her finger as she points toward the fridge. Amongst thearray of magnets, I do see a small note underneath one of them. “Of course you didn’t. You don’t see anything around here unless I point it out to you, D.”
She walks over and lightly pats his cheek as she smiles warmly up at him, then she places the same palm on his shoulder to use as support to stand on her tiptoe to kiss his cheek. She then turns her head toward me and smiles even bigger.
“I’m Mona, and you are?” she asks, her Italian accent thick.
“This is—” His smile vanishes as her chocolate eyes cut toward Drago.
“Did I ask you or her?”
“Brianna, but most people call me Bri,” I quickly inform her.
“It’s a pleasure, Bri.” She looks back at me.
“Why are you here, woman?” Drago exasperates.
“It’s written on the note?” Again, she points toward it.
“The note is over there. Can’t you just tell me?”
“Qui per pulire.”
“You know I don’t speak Italian.”
“Then I guess you have to read the note.” She smirks. “Lovely boy, isn’t he?”
She doesn’t wait for a response, and I get the feeling it was rhetorical. She turns, heading out of the kitchen.
“Mona,” Drago calls out in a loud, irritated voice, causing her to stop and turn back to face him. “It’s Saturday. Don’t you have something better to do than clean my bathrooms?”
She smiles, obviously not offended by his tone.
“I didn’t finish yesterday. Natalie got sick, so I picked her up from school early.”
“They can wait until next week. If she’s sick, then you need to be at home taking care of her, not here cleaning.”
“You don’t pay me not to finish my job, Drago. Now let me be so I can get done and out of here.”
He huffs what sounds like defeat. “I’ll pay you to go home.”
She scowls at him.
“Do I look like a leach to you?” Drago scowls right back. “Say something like that to me again, and I’ll bend you over my knee. Don’t think you’re too old, Drago Alexander.”
