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“What are you smirking at bambola?” He mumbled with his eyes still closed. My mouth gaped open. How did he know? “I can feel you watching me sleep, you weirdo.”
I giggled and moved his arm off my waist, before climbing out of his bed. No, our bed. Oh, that feels strange. That all of this is now technically my home. “Where are you going?” he groaned as he opened his eyes and reached his arm out for me that was not bandaged to his chest. I walked naked towards his bathroom- our bathroom and gave him a seductive glance over my shoulder.
“To shower. I have work to do,” I replied.
“What work?” he called out.
I poked my head around the door frame. “I am your sibling’s nanny, if you haven’t forgotten?”
“Last I remembered, you quit!”
I smirked as he pulled himself upright in the bed and flung the covers off him. “Hmm, that was when I thought the man I loved who happened to be my boss was using me, marrying another woman and had gone behind my back and betrayed my trust.”
I heard his heavy footsteps padding towards the bathroom as I turned the shower on. When I spun around, he was leaning against the door frame, stark naked. His tousled hair, tanned skin, rippling muscles and that perfect dick that was sporting its morning glory made my mouth instantly water. I don’t think I will ever not be turned on by the sight of this man. He was something else.
“Ouch! Still too raw bambola. Don’t remind me,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. I stepped towards him and slowly started to undo the bandages on his chest. The doctor said I would need to rebandage them today.
“Well, I would like my job back if Cecilia hasn’t found anyone else?” I asked as I started to unravel his chest tenderly.
“You don’t need to work for us anymore. You can just spend time with the kids whenever you want. As part of this family,” he replied, watching my face intensely.
“I like being their nanny and I like teaching them. It gives me purpose and I am earning my own money. I do not want to sit around this house all day doing nothing and living off you.”
He smiled as I pulled the last of the bandage off and then he rolled his shoulder slowly, giving a blissful expression at being able to move his other arm again. “Does it feel okay?”
“Yes. It feels fine. Better. I don’t even think I need the physio.”
“Ahh ahh! You are seeing the physio whether you like it or not.”
“Is that an order bambola?”
“Yes, it is. Each time you go, and you are not an ass to the physio who is only trying to do their job, you will be rewarded!”
His dark eyes narrowed with amusement as he wrapped both his arms around my waist. “What will be my reward?”
“You will have to wait and see,” I smirked, walking us towards the huge three-headed waterfall shower. I carefully removed the padding around his bullet wound on his back and, to my delight, it looked amazing. He would have a scar for sure, but it was healing so well. Then I checked the stitching on his chest where they had operated on his lung.
As the water hit our bodies, I traced his chest with my fingertips and he closed his eyes. “You are going to have scars but they look better.”
“Add to the collection,” he smirked. I rolled my eyes as I washed him carefully. “What did I ever do to deserve you, bambola?”
I smiled as I leaned forward and kissed his toned chest. “I think I should be asking you the same thing. You are the one who saved my life.”
He opened his eyes and peered down at me with so much love and devotion that my insides melted right there in that shower cubicle. “And I’d do it again in a heartbeat. You can have your job back, but you might have to fight Marco and Camilla off for the role now.”
I chuckled as he turned and picked up the loafer and started to wash my body, caressing every part of me but paying particular attention to my boobs. He was definitely a booby man.
“I like Cami. I think we will be good friends and Max and her are well suited.”
Gio looked down at me with an intrigued expression. “What?”
“Most girls would feel some kind of jealousy towards the woman that is living in her boyfriend's house with the intent on marrying him.”
“Why? Should I be jealous?” I lifted one eyebrow with a smirk.
“Of course not.”
“Well, there you go then. And I am not like most girls, Gio.”
