Chapter 32
JOSIE
So. This will be our home.
This hotel suite… this incredible place in the heart of this old, small Italian city.
Victor does certainly live a charmed life if this is his usual haunt.
On the limo ride over here, through the windy streets and the cobblestone paths past the medieval churches, I just kept repeating one mantra over and over in my head.
I’m in Italy with the biggest movie star on the planet.
The same man who is unafraid to strip down in front of me...
Once Victor is safely heading for the ensuite shower, I take my chance and skip out onto the balcony. I have to say, the view out here is just... astonishing. I’m looking out over the old city. There are a few bell towers at the same height as the hotel, but other than that, we dominate the skyline. Red spires of a cathedral rise over the central plaza. A famous stone bridge spans over the river that runs through the middle of the city. The sun is starting to dip below the horizon.
This is not America, and this is definitely not Crystal River.
And then I remember...
Oh. Crap.
I forgot my hair tie in the ensuite. I spin my head around to face the bedroom door. Victor was still getting ready to go in the shower. Surely it’ll be okay if I just knock...
I head toward the massive bedroom. The door is open slightly, so I reckon it’s okay if I just slowly announce my presence...
I peep through the crack.
And it’s already too late.
I see Victor.
He’s standing in the middle of the room, and then he starts to walk toward the ensuite.
And he’s naked. Not just topless anymore, but full-on stark bare.
And I accidentally see everything.
And I can’t believe something that long and thick and... veiny can hang from a man so freely. It’s so... masculine.
It’s a better view than the view outside.
Victor doesn’t give a damn. He’s so confident. He’s not hiding any part of him.
I quickly avert my eyes, but it’s definitely too late.
I was not supposed to see that.
I was not supposed to see Victor naked.
But it did kinda turn me on. I mean, I am biting my lip just thinking of the man’s chiseled physique and his perfect muscles and his V shape leading straight down into... that...
Oh no. It’s happened to me too.
Am I horny? Am I lusting for the most handsome man in the world?