Page 54 of Mafia Shade's Reluctant Bride
“Other tastes.” Lorenzo’s words were still messing with my head.
I should have rolled my eyes, called him cocky, and moved on. But no. Instead, I’d stood there, with heat creeping up my neck, imagining exactly what he meant. My legs had tingled as he cornered me and his heaved breath on me.
Now, hours later, I was still thinking about it.
It wasn’t my fault. It had been years since I had a man fill me with the length of him. It had been since Shade. And now, suddenly, my body decided to wake up? Just because a six-foot-something, arrogant, infuriatingly attractive man said something suggestive?
What the hell was wrong with me?
I narrowed my eyes at my reflection in the mirror as I got ready for the day. “Are you ovulating?”
No answer.
Figures.
With a frustrated sigh, I shoved the ridiculous thought away. I had more important things to do—like raining hell down on a certain teacher who thought he could talk about my father in front of my son.
I helped Matteo get ready, trying to keep my rage at a simmer. He didn’t need to see his mother walking into his school like an avenging angel. That would come later.
As we pulled up in front of the school, I stepped out, smoothing down my blazer, preparing for war—only to freeze.
Lorenzo, standing by the entrance. Looking relaxed. Smug, even.
What the—?
My eyes narrowed. He had that infuriating, deadpan expression, hands tucked into his pockets like he had all the time in the world.
I stalked toward him, already feeling my blood pressure rise. “What are you doing here Lorenzo? You think I can’t handle myself?”
One corner of his mouth lifted. “Good morning to you, too.”
“I’m serious, Lorenzo. We talked about this.”
“You did.” He leaned in slightly, voice teasing. “I just listened.”
I glared. “So, you’re here because you think I need backup?”
“Relax, Tigrella. I’m here for moral support.”
Did he just call me Tigrella?
My eyes narrowed further. “Moral support.”
“And,” he added, “because I’m one of the donors for this school. That means I’m obligated to show up to events like this. Especially charity sporting ones.”
I stared at him, searching for a lie.
Nothing. Damn, he was such a good liar.
That didn’t mean I trusted him.
But I had bigger problems. So, I exhaled sharply and turned toward the school. “Fine. But stay out of my way.”
Lorenzo smirked. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
I ignored the way that stupid smirk made my stomach flip and marched inside, my heels clicking against the tile.
Time to handle business.
