Page 48 of Promise Never

He huffs. “Well, I’m through discussing business.There’s no need to stay here any longer. Let’s head back.”

“Oh.” I look out at the dark ocean. That moment onthe dance floor keeps replaying in my head.

“What is it?” Alessandro asks.

“I guess I wouldn’t mind staying out longer.” Imeet his gaze again, exhaling deeply from the onslaught of desire.

Alessandro considers a moment, then tells me,“Let’s drive around for a bit.”

It was my first time traveling abroad, but revengehad consumed me so much that I didn’t dare entertain the idea of touring.Despite the dangers, being in Sicily longer than anticipated has me curiousnow.

There’s not much to see at night, though, as wedrive around the coastal city of Trapani.

Alessandro tells his driver something in Italian,and the man takes an exit that leads to an area with hardly any houses. Heveers up a hill overlooking the ocean, and I squint at the mountains in thedistance sheathed in darkness.

My stomach flip-flops when I look over atAlessandro. He’s staring at me. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve caughthim sneaking glances.

He harrumphs and turns his head.

“What doestesoromean?”I ask him.

Steering back to me, he wrinkles his brows as heanswers. “It’s a term of endearment. Darling, sweetheart, treasure, whatever.”

I snort. “That’s what Domenico called Solari. It’ssweet.”

“It’s sickening,” he ridicules and clicks histongue.

“You know what I think?” I say in a teasingmanner.

His low rumble makes my heartbeat stutter. “No,but I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”

I suck my teeth. “I think you’re jealous.”

“Jealous?” He barks out a mocking laugh.

“Mmhm. Deep inside, youdesire what Domenico and Solari have.”

“Nonsense. Why would I want someone calling meridiculous nicknames? Or falling over myself to constantly ensure theirhappiness?”

I shift on the seat to face him. “Alessandro,people become silly or lose their minds when they’re in love. It’s normal.”

His throat bobs at a hard swallow. “Soyou’ve had that experience then?”

I twist my mouth and turn away. “No. I’m justsaying.” I’d dated a few guys, but none ever made my heart race or caused anoverwhelming rush. Emotions that I’m experiencing from simply being nearAlessandro.

“Revenge took all your time, I’m assuming,” hesays in a low tone. “Now that it is not there anymore, are you hoping for arelationship?”

I snap my head to him.

His jaw twitches, and he looks down. “Youmentioned you had something to do.”

The fact that he sounds bothered stirs an intensefeeling inside that propels me to clarify. “That’s not what I meant. I justwant to start fresh.” I glance at my lap. “It’s what Trinity wanted for me.”

A gasp slips out when Alessandro touches my hand.

I look at him. There’s a tiny voice saying to pullaway, but I don’t want to. His touch is exhilarating.

Unbearable hunger wakes up in my body as he tracesmy fingers with his thumb. My pussy becomes moist, and I can’t believe that I’msqueezing my thighs together.

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