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“Excellent. Now, how about we meet atLa Famiglia’sat eight?” he asks briskly, obviously tired of keeping up the fake ruse of concern. “I’ll ensure we can discuss things in private of course.”
“I’ll meet you there,” I confirm.
“Excellent. I’ll have my assistant make the arrangements. Good day.” Then he hangs up abruptly, not giving me a chance to respond.
“Eight o’clock,La Famiglia’s,” I repeat to Dante. “Get your men working on that information, and I want answers before I leave.”
“Consider it done. And I guess your suggestion was right after all. He mentions Leonardo’s daughter and how they’re trying to find her, and then wants a meeting with you. You think he’s going to offer her, or he’s trying to find out if you have her?”
We pull in through the gate, and he pulls up to the front door. “I’ll find out tonight,” I reply as I climb out of the car. “After all, he’s clearly up to something, and I want to find out what it is and how I can use it to my advantage.” We walk inside, and I nod at Tomasso when he steps smoothly in behind me. “Is Davide still with my guest in the library?” I ask him absently but stop abruptly when I hear his answer.
“No. He’s with her and Sofia in the kitchen,” Tomasso informs me. I turn to look at him, my eyes narrowing. “Sofia insisted,” he continues, his eyes flashing uneasily. “They haven’t left in hours, and she’s not made one attempt to escape.”
I don’t like knowing that Sofia and Davide went against my orders, but seeing as Gia has kept her word, I let some of my anger dissipate. “And what are they doing in the kitchen?” I ask darkly.
“Uh, they were baking the last I saw. Kitchen smells delicious,” he replies.
I turn my head to glare at Dante, who is holding back a grin. “I will fire her,” I vow, though without much heat behind my words. “Circumventing my orders?”
Dante falls into step with me as we head for the kitchen. “Maybe she figured she was bored in the library,” he suggests. “Besides, are you really going to complain if they made us desserts? I can think of worse ways for them to spend their time together.”
“Until she figures out how to poison me,” I mutter darkly. As much as I’d love to think that my sweet little mouse is going to settle into her life here, I know she wants her freedom. However, after our little encounter in the library earlier, I know exactly how to convince her to stay.
Thinking of that, my entire body heats, and I know I won’t be able to wait much longer before I have her completely. My body craves her like a drug, and I need my next fix. And this time, I’m going to taste all of her.
When we reach the kitchen, I walk into a lot of noise, but the only thing I can focus on is the sound of Gia laughing. It’s a sound I don’t think I’ve ever heard before, and it hits me right in the chest. I want to be the one to make her laugh. I want to be the one to make her smile. Only for me, no one else. I battle the jealousy as I walk quietly toward where she and Sofia are happily mixing something in bowls. Tomasso was right that the kitchen smells heavenly, but I can’t bring myself to care much when I see the pure happiness on Gia’s face.
If I’m not mistaken, there is some flour on her cheek, possibly in her hair, and definitely on her clothes, but she doesn’t care. She expertly finishes mixing whatever she’s making before she reaches over to grab a bag of chocolate chips and pours them generously into the bowl. She hasn’t noticed me yet, but I see a smug smirk on Sofia’s face when my gaze moves to her. I glare back, but she doesn’t seem to care, instead, winking at Dante, who is just behind me and no doubt grinning like a fool.
I move quietly behind Gia, bracing my hands on the counter on either side of her, making her stiffen. “I hope you’re making some of that for me,topolina,” I murmur in her ear. “Because I do have a sweet tooth.”
I can see the flush working its way up her neck and into her face, and I barely hold back the grin that wants to pull at my mouth as she refuses to turn and look at me. “They’re for whoever wants them,” she says softly.
“Mmm, but perhaps I want them only for myself. I’m not a man to share, after all. And when I find something sweet, well, I’m downright possessive,” I continue in a low voice in her ear. A small, delicate shiver works its way down her spine, and a dark pleasure moves through me. I move my hand from the edge of the counter and up toward the bowl.
Suddenly, she lifts a small hand and smacks it away, surprising me. “I don’t know where your fingers have been, so don’t you dare put them in there,” she warns me, turning her head to glare at me.
I’m a little surprised she slapped my hand, but instead of getting upset, I give her a smug smile. “And just where do you think they’ve been,topolina? Because not long ago, they were on your—”
“Shut up,” she hisses at me, interrupting and shooting me a mortified glare, even as she casts a wary look at Dante and Davide. She doesn’t even glance at Sofia, who is grinning so wide I’m surprised her face hasn’t cracked yet. “We are not discussing that, ever. And it’s never going to happen again,” she vows, turning her body so that she can stare at me directly.
A dark kind of desire to show her wrong she is weaves its way through me at her words, and anticipation of showing her, intertwines, making my cock hard and a smirk twist my lips. She blinks at me, a wary look coming across her face. “Oh, how wrong you are,topolina,” I purr, getting close and taking a deep breath, her scent filling my lungs, making everyone and everything else completely forgotten. Now, I can only focus on the woman in front of me.
“Remember what I said, darling,” Sofia suddenly says, drawing my gaze. She looks at Gia, ignoring me. Then finally turns to me. “Since you seem to be distracting my sous chef, you can both get out of the kitchen so I can get these finished or no one is going to be getting anything.”
“We’ll be talking about your disregard of my orders later,” I warn her. But right now, I have much more pleasurable things to focus on.
Sofia rolls her eyes, uncaring. “Fine. Just get the hell out so that I can finish this.” Then she turns back to the batter and the cookie sheet laid out in front of her.
“Come along,topolina,” I say, turning my gaze back to Gia. “It seems we have some things to discuss.” She looks like she’s ready to argue again, but I don’t give her a chance; instead I swiftly lean down and put my shoulder against her belly, and lift her up. “We’re not to be disturbed,” I tell Dante, who grins widely but nods. Davide and Tomasso have the brains to keep their expressions neutral, but I know they’re just as amused as my insolent right-hand man.
Gia doesn’t say a word as I walk out of the kitchen and head for the stairs, but I know she’s either fuming or terrified by the trembling of her body. When I reach the bottom of the steps, I hear her mutter, “Should have found a book on poison after all.”
Amusement bursts through me. I slap her on the ass just hard enough to have her yelping in surprise, and I reply drily, “I think we both know you much prefer the porn you were reading instead,topolina. Besides, if you poison me, who’d show you how much fun we could have?”
“But then I’d be free, and I could attend your funeral and pretend to be sad,” she snips.
I should probably be pissed at her for talking like she would love to see me dead, but I love the spark in her. That little flash of defiance will make her surrender so much sweeter. I make my way down the hall and walk into my office, kicking the door shut with my foot before I move to my desk, use my arm to sweep everything onto the floor, and then put Gia on top of it. I don’t give her time to get her bearings; instead, I step between her legs, cup her face, and crash my mouth down on hers.
