Page 22 of Sins and Secrets

He shakes his head. “Not happening. If I need you to do a task for me in the middle of the night, I don’t want to waste time trying to get in contact with you and then waiting for you to get over here. For the next two months, this is your home.”

Even though I want to argue with him, I know there is no point. It is a clause in the contract after all, but it was worth a try.

Either way, going along with what he wants is the best way to keep suspicion off me. I play his game for the next two months, get more money than I’ve ever had, and then move on with my life.

It’s a simple plan, but nothing in life is ever as simple as it seems.

“This will be your room,” he says after we climb two flights of stairs. “You will be responsible for this area of the house at all times. The housekeeper will not be coming up here.”

“Alright. Thank you.” I look around the loft area.

Though there is no door to the loft, the room stretches into what looks like a studio apartment. There are two doors on the other side of the loft that I assume lead to the bathroom and closet. Large skylights line the sloping roof and even more windows line the walls.

In the morning, this room will flood with natural light. My bedroom at home doesn’t have nearly as much space or light in it.

If this is where I have to sleep for the next two months, this might not be so bad.

The room is decorated much the same as the rest of the house, with dark moody tones and accents of white and wood.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” Alessio says, turning to head down the stairs. “Take a look around and let me know if there is anything you’re going to want changed or added. I’ll have my driver take care of it in the morning if there is.”

His footsteps echo back down the stairs as I walk through the loft. I run my fingers along the white leather couch in the seating area and look up at the massive television. I get the feeling that a lot of nights are going to be spent up here watching movies.

There are bookshelves lining the wall with the doors and more books than I can count. I smile and walk along the length of one of the cases, running my fingers along the spines of the books.

When I peak inside the doors, I find a closet that’s larger than my bedroom at home, lined with shelves and areas for hanging clothes. A massive island with dresser drawers sits in the middle of it all. Getting ready in here each morning is going to be like a dream come true.

I make my way into the bathroom, my jaw dropping when I see the freestanding tub in front of a massive window. The window overlooks the backyard, and the tub is a deep and long oval, giving me more than enough room to properly relax.

As I walk back out into the main room — already dreaming about the showers I’ll be taking beneath the rainfall showerhead — Alessio walks back up the stairs.

“All I have is a couple old shirts, but this one should be fine for tonight. I’ll send Beck with you tomorrow to collect everything you’re going to need.” He holds out a shirt and a shiny black card. “This is also a card for you. If there is anything you need while you’re here, please charge it to this.”

I raise an eyebrow as I take the shirt and the card. “Thank you. This is very kind.”

“If you’re going to be living here, I’m going to make sure that you’re taken care of,” he says, something a little off about his tone. His gaze rakes down my body before he looks away. “Well, I hope you have a good night. Get some rest.”

It’s the get some rest that bothers me the most. I know what kind of man he is, and it isn’t the kind who gets someone an old shirt to sleep in. Alessio has never been the kind of caring man who would instruct someone to get some rest.

None of this is right.

“Thank you,” I say as he turns and leaves the loft.

I wait until his footsteps on the stairs fade before heading into the washroom. There are enough toiletries stocked to get cleaned up before pulling on the shirt Alessio handed me.

The scent of his cologne still lingers in the material, reminding me of the way the scent wrapped around me in the car.

My core aches as I get into the bed, relaxing back into the plush mattress. I grab a remote from the bedside table and hit a button that turns off the lights.

Left in the darkness, my mind races. Each thought keeps turning back to the way Alessio’s hands felt on my body in the car. I can’t get the feeling of his fingers as he pushed deep inside of me out of my mind.

My fingers drift down my body, teasing my nipples through the thin material of Alessio’s shirt. I picture his fingers in place of mine, rolling the sensitive buds into stiffened peaks. I let out a soft moan as I picture the way his mouth would close over one nipple and then the other, taunting and teasing me until I was writhing beneath him.

He would lay me out on the backseat of the car, his hands still massaging my thighs as he nipped at my nipples. He would trace patterns across my collarbones with his tongue. I could feel his hot, wet mouth against my collarbone, sucking on the skin until he left his mark.

The thought of him marking me sends shivers racing down my body.

I dip one hand between my legs, sliding my fingers along my wet slit, imagining they’re Alessio’s. He would push my dress up around my hips, kissing his way down my body until his mouth covered my clit.

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