Page 60 of Giorgio

“You think so?”

He nodded slowly, a smile wreathing his face. “You are a pretty smart cookie.”

“You sound surprised.” She observed.

“And I shouldn’t be.” He scooted forward and took her hands. He had persuaded her stay at his place and be in no hurry to find a place of her own. “I love having you here and after almost losing you, I want you sticking close.”

“You just want a live in housekeeper who cooks like a dream.”

“You got me.”

So, she was staying, and it wasn’t bad. She had her own suite and really enjoyed having him come home in the evenings and having dinner with her when he could. He didn’t crowd her and afforded her space.

The cast on her foot had been taken off and she was as good as new – at least on the outside. At nights, she was yearning for the man, she loved more than her life.

“I insist on going to the location with you.”

“I would have it no other way.”

“You also need an accountant. I happen to know one.”

“Of course you do.” Her dark brown eyes twinkled.

He smiled in return. “I am happy you are doing this.”

“I no longer have to sponge off you.”

“You weren’t.” even though she was teasing, he took it seriously. “Having you here is great. You do your duty and keep the place clean.”

“I am an unpaid housekeeper.”

“You earn your keep.” He squeezed her hands. “I still want to pulverize him.”

“Then you would be hurting the love of my life and the father of my baby.”

“Honey, you might not be pregnant.” He reminded her.

“Oh, I am.” She told him with a laugh. “I feel it, felt it the moment it happened. I will officially confirm it next week bygoing to the doctor. But first, I want us to go and look at the store.”

“Tomorrow, I will leave the firm at noon, and we could swing by and look at the place and then stop for lunch at the Italian place.”

“Good idea, but now that I have all this money, I am buying.”

“Absolutely.”

Later that night, in her room, she sat on the edge of the bed and opened her phone to where she stored his photos. She had taken pictures of them having dinner on her balcony and his.

There was one with both of them reclining on the sofa inside the library. Then another one where he was cradling her in his arms, his chin propped on top of her head. There was also one of him, lounging against the mounds of pillows. He was naked, with only a blue satin sheet covering his hips.

She had stared at this photo so often, she knew every nuance of his expression, the smile on his sensuous lips, the glossiness of his beard, the golden skin, and the magnificent body, with the furrows of dense dark hairs on his impressive chest.

He was so achingly beautiful that she found herself getting breathless each time she looked at the photo.

“I hope you are not planning on selling this to the highest bidder.”

“I could get a lot of money for it.”

“I would then have to have my lawyers get in touch with you.”

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