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“Good morning.”
“Good morning,” I say softly, and a heavy silence settles between us. “I don't know how to act now,” I confess, because even though I'm ready to jump on top of Vittorio and rip off his clothes, I don't know what people do after they have sex for the first time. If leaving was an option, maybe finding out would be easier.
“Now that you seduced me?” He raises an eyebrow, deciding it's a good time not to wear his usual impassive mask, and I widen my eyes.
I open my mouth, then close it. It takes me seconds to understand that he's making fun of me, and I narrow my eyes. Vittorio laughs low and deep, and the sound reverberates through my body. Hmm, maybe I could ignore the pain if he was willing to take off all those clothes...
“I don't know how to respond to that either.” I click my tongue.
“Act normally, Gabriella. Believe me, that is disturbing enough,” he responds, and the words he said last night come back to me with a vengeance. ‘I want to look at you without feeling like I'm losing control of myself.’
“You're leaving?” I ask after shaking my head in an attempt to clear away the fog that Vittorio's overwhelming presence is putting me in. “I'm going back to my room.” I start to get up, and Don's hand settles on my neck, stopping me from continuing.
“Actually, I like you in my sheets,” he murmurs, leaning toward me enough to nuzzle my neck. “I like the way I smell on you.” When he pulls away, I feel completely warm. The man smelled me. He smelled me and told me he likes the smell of his soap on me, and that was all it took to make my pussy throb. Taking a shower with Vittorio was an event. But what about last night wasn't? “Stay. Sleep a little longer, it's still early.”
“Early, what time is it?”
“It’s fifteen minutes to eight.”
“Already?” I raise my eyebrows. “That's more than two hours than what I usually sleep.”
“Do you want to get up?” he asks with an expression that tells me he knows the languor taking over my body.
“No,” I admit, turning over in bed. His thumb moves up to my face and caresses my cheek.
“Then sleep.” Vittorio gets up, and I immediately miss the warmth of his body and his touch. I bite my lip again. Act normally, he said. But what's that supposed to mean when he's leaving me lying in his bed?
I watch him until he walks through the door and closes it, and as eager as I am to find out, apparently my body's desire to sleep is greater.
CHAPTER 43
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Gabriella Matos
“You have a visitor,” Rafaella tells me as soon as I open the door to my room.
After having entered it just to take a shower and change my clothes before looking for something to feed my hungry stomach, I find my friend with her hand clenched in the air, ready to knock.
I slept for hours in Vittorio's bed after he left the room. I had never slept so much, or so well, and when I woke up, I spent at least another hour in his bed, thinking about it. Or at least that's what I told myself in an attempt to cover up the fact that I just didn't want to leave.
I even considered using his bathroom, but I didn't have anything to wear, so I decided that walking across the hall to my own bathroom was a better idea. Which doesn't mean, of course, that I haven't inspected the Don's suite, or his closet. I did it with Vittorio's entire room, in fact.
I took advantage of the hour I spent lying in his bed to dedicate all the attention I hadn't given to the dark green walls and varnished wooden furniture last night. The classic decoration exudes the seriousness stamped on the suits that Vittorio seems to love wearing.
His closet is an infinite sequence of them in such a small color variation that it makes all the sets look as similar as the white shirts hanging along an entire wall. I didn't open the drawers, even though I wanted to. I was worried about setting off an alarm. These things exist, right?
“Visit?” I frown. “What do you mean, a visitor?” I question, because the only person who would be interested in visiting me is standing right in front of me.
“A doctor.” I blink.
“Why do I have a doctor as a visitor?”
“A gynecologist, Gabriella,” Rafa warns me, and my mouth opens immediately, but not knowing how to respond to that, I close it.
I look away, and when I look back at my friend, there's a naughty smile stuck to the corner of her lips. In my anxiety to drown in Vittorio's scent for as long as possible, it simply didn't occur to me that this would mean Rafaella would know what happened before I could tell her.
“I don't know what to do,” I admit. “I never went to the gynecologist.” I bite my lip and look at Rafaella.
