Page 44 of King Of Order

I turned to see Chiara stepping through her sliding doors.

Her lithe legs were encased in white linen pants, a sleeveless white top, makeup, and hair done.

Ravishing.

From the tips of her leonine tresses to her wild eyes that flashed, sometimes with joy, other times with flames of irritation or annoyance.

My gaze slipped further to her curved waist and cute belly button, which showed just above her slacks, pretty feet, and nails tipped in dark mauve polish.

Cazzo! This woman was a beauty.

I sucked my teeth and closed my eyes from her, jaw set, riled by the fact she was getting under my skin.

‘Ready for the show?’ I said.

My growl came at her hard.

‘I don’t see why you’re complaining. You’re the one who broke into my office and house and chased me down for this gig. You agreed to all of this.’

‘Si, and now I’m wondering why,’ I barked, following her as she sashayed to the garden.

Her hips swaying before me sent a jolt to my hardening cock, and I cursed below my breath once more, tamping down the lust.

Still, my traitorous mind wandered, and all I thought of was tearing those pants down, yanking her hard to me, and sliding deep in her.

I hissed and sucked my teeth, bracing for the inevitable tempest that was Chiara.

It took a gust of wind to blow me back to the present.

It was a stunning day, a flawless Neapolitan summer morning—blue skies, some cloud cover, crisp, clean air, and an extraordinary view of the Faraglioni rocks and the ocean beyond.

Her home reflected her artistic spirit and blended into the Mediterranean landscape. A lush garden and a marvelous swimming pool surrounded it.

The perfect backdrop for our lies.

I raised my chin at her. ‘Let’s get to work.’

We proceeded to ham it up for the cameras.

We took a few ‘happy couple’ photos before she pulled me to the garden’s side gate.

‘We need more authenticity. We must have shots on the beach. It’s only five minutes away.’

I growled in annoyance. ‘Why?’

‘Because my brothers know I love my sea and sand, and if we just have formal-looking images in my back garden, it won’t wash with them.’

‘Don’t I need to change?’ I groused.

She raked her eyes over me. ‘You don’t have clothes or time, so we’ll have to make do. You can remove your shoes and shirt when we get to the shore.’

I sucked my teeth, affronted.

This woman was undoing my sigma vibe, pushing me around.

With a scowl, I lifted my hand to let her pass. ‘Lead the way.’

She grinned in triumph, sliding on a pair of sandals before dragging me to the street outside.

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