Chapter Twelve
Chapter Eleven
Angel
He helps me into the vehicle, sliding his hand over the small of my back, sending a shiver down my spine. “Please get in.”
“Tonight was nice,” I say as I sit in the passenger seat.
“It was.” He leans down and presses his lips to mine. He growls as he quickly pulls back. “Little devil.”
He closes the door and then rounds the front of the sleek sports vehicle we didn’t arrive in. As he climbs in, he says, “It’s too late to drive back to the city, so let me introduce you to our suburban estate.”
“Oh, the one your mother so kindly mentioned,” I reply with a fake smile.
He turns to me with an apologetic sigh and says, “Yes, I’m terribly sorry about that. I should have mentioned that, but I got carried away and forgot such a crucial detail. It’s not like me to be so careless.”
“I’m sure it’s not.” He raises one brow, trying to decipher my meaning. “You’re a mob boss. If you were careless, that would be a big problem.”
“You’re right about that.” He drives along his parents’ estate and onto a small access road before we pull into a large property. “We’re here.”
“Wow, that was fast.”
“No sense in moving too far from my family.” I forgot how close he is to his mother, though I didn’t get that vibe when we arrived.
“You are very close with your mother.”
“I’m close to both my parents, but I stay in the condo most of the time. My mother has been harassing me for far too long to find a wife.”
“A long time?”
“Yes. Years.” Oh.
“Enough about them. I want to get some rest. I’m sure you’re tired, and we have a full day here before we head back to the city. I have a lot of work to do.” He unlocks the door, and then walks around the car to help me out of the low seats.
“I may have repeated myself, but you look heavenly tonight.”
“Thank you again, Luca.” He kisses my hand and then walks us inside.
“Wow, your mother wasn’t kidding. The house is almost identical with just a few changes.”
“Yes, I didn’t do much to it. I allowed her to do the rest. Frankly, I don’t care about those things, so when you’re ready, you can add what you’d like.”
As we speak, a woman in her mid-thirties or forties approaches us.
“Hello, Grace. I’d like to introduce you to my future wife, Angel.
This is my housekeeper, Grace. She handles the day-to-day when I’m not around.
” He addresses the housekeeper directly.
“Tonight, my wife and I will just be heading to bed. Tomorrow, we’ll expect breakfast and I’ll be handling business, so please assist her with whatever she needs.
” He takes my hand and then says, “Come, let’s head to bed for the night. ”
“Goodnight,” I say to her as we turn toward the staircase. She nods politely but doesn’t say a word. He leads me upstairs, and we enter the master bedroom, which is even more beautiful than the one in the city.
“It’s breathtaking,” I whisper so low I’m not even sure he hears me.
“Let me help you get undressed,” he says, leaning in and breathing against the shell of my ear. Holy hell—I was tired and in awe, but now I’m turned on.
Still, the man is completely focused on his mission to disrobe me.
Luca helps me with my clothes, lazily slipping them off and then placing tiny kisses on my neck.
For a moment I think that we’re going to go a little further, but he stops and helps me into bed.
Slowly he takes off his clothes down to his boxers and then climbs into bed beside me, turning off the side lamp and then pulling me into his arms, and we slowly drift to sleep.
It feels so strange; it’s almost as if we are a normal couple and not in this forced relationship.
I snuggle into his arms, falling back to sleep until waking up to his caressing touch as we slowly engage in deep, sleepy lovemaking.
He whispers endearments in Italian that I don’t understand, but it doesn’t matter because I feel like the devil has taken me to heaven.
I wake up and feel kisses all over my stomach. “Good morning,” Luca whispers.
“Good morning.” I run my hands through his thick dark hair, loving the way it feels in my hands. I stretch out my body and moan.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m a little stiff, but I’m okay.”
“I need to go into the city. Do you want to stay here, or would you like to head back?”
“I need to go to my house. I don’t know what you have planned for this marriage thing, but I do own a home, you know.”
“Yes, I do. We can go there today after I get some matters taken care of. How does that sound?”
“I’d like that. Maybe you can give me back my phone?”
“What do you need that for?”
“I don’t know. What do you need your phone for?” I sass.
“Business and to talk to people.”
“Exactly. I might not have a job, but I have some friends.”
“Some friends should have lent you a hand before you were stripping in a club.”
“Speaking of, I never told him I quit.”
“I think that son of a bitch got the message, and if he didn’t, I can go deliver it personally.”
“Please don’t. There were some nice women there, and he wasn’t mean to me.”
“Of course he wasn’t, Amore. You were going to be his newest piece of meat. He was about to score big with you dancing for him. He wasn’t going to upset the prize just yet.” I suppose he’s right, but I still don’t want him to do anything about it.
“Let’s drop it.”
“Are there any friends you want to invite to the wedding?”
“No. It’s the holidays, and I don’t have anyone that close to me, anyway.” He caresses my cheek.
“I’m sorry about that. After I’m done with work, we’ll go to your home, and you can gather some things you’d like. I’ve asked a maid to come in and empty the fridge and to straighten up anything that might have gotten messy before you left. I know you left thinking you were coming right back.”
“Oh, that’s nice.” As much as I don’t want a stranger in there, I love the idea of a maid. Always having to clean up after a long day sucked.
“You don’t seem happy about it.”
“I am. It’s just that I’ve never had someone come clean my home.”
“I’ve grown up with staff around me, but you’ll get used to it.”
“I suppose it is pretty normal for you.”
“It is, but if you don’t want it, we can empty the fridge and clean it together.”
“You’d do that?”
“If it would make you more comfortable.”
“No, it’s fine. I promise.”
“Good, I didn’t really want to clean and scrub anyway.” We both laugh, and he tickles me. “We have to get going.”
I sigh and then roll my eyes. “Okay, I suppose I’ll get ready.”
“Well, we can wait just a bit,” he growls, biting down on my nipple.
“Luca,” I moan, wrapping my legs around his back. It takes us a lot longer to get to the city than he wanted, but the orgasms were worth it.