54. Dante
DANTE
Iknew from the moment I started my research on Rose and the firm she had worked for that I had a bad feeling about Franklin & Sons, and hearing Rose validate my suspicions just seals their fate.
I’m sure I can find something on them and their business that is shady enough to leak to the press and turn the snobby, socialite types who employ them away and toward another firm.
Rose’s, perhaps? Maybe I can also plant positive information about her company at the same time?
I mean, her work is stunning so it wouldn’t be hard.
But instead of continuing to plot the demise of Franklin & Sons, I use the act of clearing plates and cleaning the table off to distract me from the rage burning internally.
How dare they treat tesoro mio like that?
They are most certainly on my ever-growing list of people I need to take care of for her, but I need to calm down and focus.
Dinner went just as I hoped. Her shock at the setup and her sinful moans as she ate my food will replay in my mind forever.
Now, it’s time for dessert, and I have something extra special planned for Rose that I’m hoping she’ll appreciate.
“Why don’t you go pick out an album to put on in the sitting room? I’ll grab our drinks and dessert and be right there.” I call out to Rose from the kitchen. I don’t want her to think this night is over. Far from it, if it’s up to me.
“Oh, okay. Are you sure you don’t need any help cleaning up? I promise not to break anything,” she responds with a light chuckle.
“I can finish up later. Go.” Rose will never clean another dish if I have anything to say about it. She deserves a soft life of being pampered and taken care of, and I intend to be the one to give it to her. She just doesn't know it yet.