20
Sitting in the limo while I await the results of the first competition, I frown as I rewind the video footage I’d requested of the attack on the contestants’ vehicle on the first night and watch the same scene again.
There’s no doubt about it. All the women are shocked and frightened as their vehicle is rammed.
All except one.
‘She definitely isn’t overly alarmed by the attack.’
I shake my head as I hear her shout to the driver to ‘speed up’ and to the other competitors to ‘get down’ and watch her grin as the SUVs containing our guards flank the car and force it over the railing and into the ravine.
Rewinding the tape again and again, I study her expression. She’s smiling, but her eyes look haunted. They remind me of someone else’s dark, sad eyes. Someone I knew a long, long time ago. Someone I try not to think about, but can never forget.
‘This woman... Did she expect it? Is that why she looks that way? Or is she just used to taking command in these situations?’
I switch off the recording and lean back into the seat as the make-up woman, on her knees before me, continues her attentions to my cock. One thing is certain: there’s more to the Italian with the gorgeous body and strategic game plan than meets the eye.