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I knew. Was Matteo watching me from a window? Was he standing in front of his video monitors on the other side of the estate stalking me?
Why did that thought make me clench my thighs together?
I made a frustrated sound, tossing the remaining bread on the ground. The birds swooped down right away, and I glanced at them before I turned and made my way back into the house. I passed a few staff members carrying cleaning supplies. I glanced over my shoulder to see two guards trailing closely behind me, their stoic expressions trained on me and not deviating from their task for one moment.
“Assholes,” I said under my breath and heard them laugh. It pissed me off even more.
I beelined to the kitchen, where I planned on getting a glass of water, when I slammed into one of the waitstaff. The tray she carried toppled slightly before she righted it and giggled.
“God. Sorry.” I narrowed my eyes at the goons behind me. Both wore smirks. “I’m being followed by watchdogs and not paying attention.”
The woman said something to the men in Italian, in which they answered in short, rapid responses. She rolled her eyes and gestured for me to come into the kitchen.
“Here,” she said and handed me a small glass bowl filled with what looked like ice cream. “Lemon sorbet. I was headed outside to give some to the gardeners. Looks like you could use a sweet treat.”
I took the bowl and the tiny silver spoon, staring at her then at the ice cream in confusion.
“Do I look like I need ice cream?”
She scoffed and looked offended. “Sorbet, Miss Liliana. Homemade by Chef. You won’t find anything more refreshing.” Someone called out in Italian, and she gave me one nod before heading out of the kitchen. The door swung open, and I saw the goons standing right outside, staring at me.
I rolled my eyes and flipped them off. Right before the door swung shut, I saw them burst out laughing.
The kitchen was blocked off to only this one entryway, so I assumed that’s why they hadn’t followed me inside since I had no chance of running.
Fuckers.
I sat at the little table that overlooked the gardens from the large picture window. I played with the ice cream—sorbet—for a second, watching it melt into a silky consistency before bringing a spoonful to my mouth. At that first touch of the cold, citrusy sweetness to my tongue, I held back a moan.
Good God. She wasn’t lying.
I watched a few birds land on the bird feeders positioned on the other side of the window. I finished half the sorbet before I felt someone enter. I assumed it was the young woman again.
“You were right. This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
“You haven’t had my cock in your mouth yet.”
My eyes widened. I spun around in the chair to see Matteo standing inside the entryway. “The hell?” I choked out those two words. He was in front of me before I could even blink, reached out and took the spoon, and scooped a dollop of sorbet out of the bowl.
While holding my gaze with his, he brought the spoon to his mouth and licked it clean. “Mmm. It's good. Sweet.” He took another spoonful before setting the utensil down on the table with a resoundingclank. “Bet your pussy is sweeter, though.”
I choked on my saliva and was about to curse him out, maybe push him away, but none of that happened. I sat there and stared into his eyes wondering what the fuck was going on.
“I’m not staying here.” That’s what I said. After hearing Matteo talk about eating me out, of course, my brain spewed forth those four words like they made any sense in this situation.
“You’ll have dinner with me, and we’ll decide what’s going to happen next.”
And just like that, the spell and haze broke.
I knew he wasn’t expecting me to answer. I didn’t know what to say anyway. So, I stayed silent, held his gaze, and refused to break the stare down, and finally, he turned and left.
I sat there scared as hell, wondering what he meant by those words.
Chapter9
Matteo
LATER THAT EVENING
