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“Tylar,” he said impatiently, “I don’t care how it looks or what people think. The fact of the matter is I'll be gone for the week and I don’t want the additional stress of worrying about your safety. There’s staff at the house. No one would bother you there.”
“I’m a big girl, Trey,” I asserted. “I can take care of myself; if something starts creeping me out, I’ll make sure I call Ray or Denise, how’s that?”
I could tell he felt a little relieved, but I was certain that having me stay at the manor would have made him feel totally better. Carmelita brought over a plate with a large piece of tiramisu with two forks. She winked at Trey and removed his dinner plate, hurrying off. I reached for one of the forks, but Trey stopped me.
“Here, let me,” he said in his soft, silky voice.
He lifted a fork, and cut a bite-sized piece of the cake, dipping it into the small cup of warm chocolate sauce that was on the plate. He raised it slowly, teasingly up to my lips, cupping his other hand underneath it to catch any dripping. His eyes never left mine. I parted my lips slightly, and felt the warm cake as it brushed past my lips and reached my tongue. A small drop of chocolate dripped onto my bottom lip; Trey leaned over and wiped it from my lip with the pad of his thumb, smiling as his eyes locked with mine. He licked the chocolate from the tip of his thumb, circling it provocatively on his bottom lip. We continued this ritual until the cake was gone, taking turns feeding each other. It was totally erotic and delicious.
Oh wow!
When the last of the dessert was enjoyed, Carmelita cleared our plates. She paused at the table and gave my cheek a pinch.
“Prendersi cura di Signor Trey il cuore dolce, lui vi portera indietro presto!”
Take care of Mr. Trey’s heart sweet one; have him bring you back soon!
I looked at Trey quizzically for translation.
“She said to take care and that she hopes you come back soon,” he interpreted for me.
I was pretty sure I could say thanks in Italian. “Grazie,” I responded smiling. I gave Carmelita a quick hug.
She beamed and turned to Trey.
“Ah questo e un modo molto meglio rispetto alla femmina Charlotte, amico mio!
This one is so much better than Charlotte, my friend!
Trey got a funny expression on his face, quickly giving Carmelita a hug and a peck on her cheek and we were out the door. I didn’t say anything, letting him think Charlotte’s name in Carmelita’s last exchange was lost on me.
“Thank you for lunch, Trey, that was really delicious,” I said, smiling over at him as we got settled in the car.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it Tylar. Carmelita is quite the character, and very fond of you I can tell.”
“I'm impressed by your command of Italian. I'd no idea you spoke so fluently.”
“I studied abroad during high school and college.”
“Trey, can you translate something for me?” I asked.
“I’ll try,” he laughed, rubbing my knee with his right hand.
“Okay, what does ‘Charlotte’ translate to in English?” I asked, batting my eyelashes at him.
“Oh, you caught that, huh?”
“Well…yes.”
For all of his denial of having any type of relationship with Charlotte, it appeared that they made their rounds as a couple. “Carmelita reads too much into things,” he said impatiently. “I took Charlotte to Morelli’s one time weeks back for dinner. Carmelita thought she was a royal bitch, which she can be. Charlotte insulted the Carpineta Fontalpino wine we were served. She told Carmelita it tasted like Tuscan vinegar spiked with battery acid. You can imagine how that went over with Carmelita.”
“How'd it go over with you?” I asked.
He slowed for a traffic light and looked over at me, taking my left hand into his right one, raising it to his lips. “I’ve told you before, Tylar, there's no relationship whatsoever between Charlotte and me. As far as that particular incident, it was embarrassing for me.”
The light turned green. He kissed my hand before setting it back in my lap, shifting gears and accelerating onto the highway. I leaned back into the seat and sighed. We were back at the estate in no time. As we pulled into the winding drive leading up to the mansion, Ray’s truck was parked near the pool. No one was swimming, but Ray looked to be checking the chemical levels, probably waiting for Trey to get back. I hopped out of the car, not waiting for Trey to open my door. I felt a little uncomfortable with Ray seeing me on a date with, well, our boss. I cared about what Ray thought of me. He was probably the closest thing to a father figure even though I'd only known him for a few weeks.
“Hey Ray,” I said smiling.
