Page 71 of The Wrong Move

“She is beautiful,” I agree with him and kiss her forehead.

“As much as I would love to stay and chat, I need to dress. Isabella and Dante are waiting for me. The limo will be here soon.”

“Is there a ticket for me?”

Giana tilts her head. “I’m sorry, Byron. But as soon as the formality is over, I’ll leave. I don’t need to eat. I’ll come straight back. I’d love to take you to see my villa, but it’s almost a five-hour drive from here…” She pauses. “So please don’t drink any more if you intend to drive.”

Nothing would please me more than to get her far away from Dante.

“I’m sorry,” she says, “I haven’t even asked when you’re leaving?”

“Monday. Three in the morning.” I take her hand. “I don’t need to sleep between now and then.” Thank fuck I have a first-class seat on the return flight. I turn to the bartender. “Can I take this?”

He hands me the lid to the bottle.“Godetevi tutto.”He flashes a smile at Giana.

“Lo farò,”she says and beams her killer smile at him. She takes the bottle and places it in her handbag.

“Grazie,”I tell him, and slide off the stool, taking Giana’s hand as we head toward the elevator. “What did you say to him?”

“He said for you to enjoy it all, and I said he will.” She bumps her hip with mine. “If you’d finished the bottle, you might have ruined my plans for us.” The elevator doors close.

Us.

“I’m sorry I have to rush away,” she says. “I’ll throw some things in a bag when we’re upstairs. I’ll call you after the formalities, and when you arrive, I’ll come out, and we can go on a road trip tonight.” Her voice is filled with excitement for just one night to share with me where she has lived for the years she was missing from my life.

“Throw what you need on the bed. I’ve plenty of time to sort out a suitcase, although…” I kiss her on the lips before the doors open, “… you won’t need to wear a damn thing.”

She giggles against my lips. “Byron. We need to eat. I want to show you some of my favorite places, and we can’t do that naked.”

The doors open, and Giana quickens her pace toward her room. She opens the door and heads to the cupboard, throwing multiple pieces of clothing and a bathing suit on the bed. She then strips, and fuck, I wish we had more time. She changes into a navy thong and removes her bra.What the fuck?

Giana steps into a navy gown.

Strapless.

Large, white magnolias cling to her every curve from her chest to her toes. She holds the dress to her breasts. “Could you zip me up?”

I zip up her dress, watching her golden skin disappear beneath the fabric. She adjusts her breasts to fit under the material with enough flesh protruding over the top in perfect molds.

I cannot take my eyes off her.

“Do you have to leave now?”

She runs a palm over her long, bare neck. “Byron,” she whispers.

I clear my throat. “Go and have fun. Kill it, Gigi. You deserve this. My dick will get over it.”

She laughs. “Just a few more hours, I promise.” She sprays perfume on her pulse points. “Can you arrange our plans for tomorrow night?”

“It will be my pleasure.”

She slips on her heels, grabs her purse, reaches up and kisses me, then rushes out the door.

I have twenty-four hours to make this romantic. Before packing up our belongings, I google florists close to the venue. While I have a list of things to do before we meet up—securing a rental car should be a priority, not freaking florists—I’ll go crazy waiting, knowing Dante will not be able to keep his eyes off Giana.

I stare at the bottle of Blanton’s.Fucking hell.

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