Page 38 of Prideful Union
I need to get his attention. I need to know if he’s into me.
“Santino,” I call. He turns back to look at me. “Do you still think my sisters are prettier than me?”
He frowns. “Why are you asking that now?”
“I just need to know.”
“Lucia, if I tell you the truth, I don’t want it going to your head, all right?”
I nod. “Got it.”
“I do not think your sisters are prettier than you.” He turns away again.
Not after that bombshell. I’m not done with him. Santino thinks I’m pretty, which means there’s a chance for us.
“Santino,” I say again.
“What?” He’s getting annoyed now.
“I just wanted to do this.” With a deep breath, I dive into the pool. My plan is to emerge and walk out of the pool all sexy-like and impress him.
But when I come up for air, Santino’s not even there.
The bastard went back inside.
I leave the pool with a huff.
At dinner,I decide to amp it up. I play coy all throughout the meal, but when dessert comes, I put my plan in motion.
The dessert is a piece of champagne cake. Taking a large bite, I shut my eyes and moan. When I open them again, Santino is watching me.
“Enjoying dessert, Lucia?”
“Very much so.” I take another bite and suggestively lick the spoon.
“What are you doing?”
“Me?” I bat my eyelashes like I’m so innocent. “I’m not doing anything.” With another bite, I moanandlick the spoon suggestively.
“It looks like you are. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re trying to seduce me.”
“Of course not. A woman of good breeding would never.”
His lips twitch just the tiniest amount, but it’s all I need. Santino isn’t as annoyed with me as he once was. “If you’re trying to seduce me, I’ll have you know I’m more than ready to fuck whenever you are.”
I almost choke on my spoon. “What?”
“You heard me. But that’s up to you. If you want to fuck, you have to make the first move.” He gets up from the dinner table and walks away.
I’m seriously getting tired of him walking away to end a conversation. He loves getting the last word in.
I guess it’s my time to surprise him.
And I have just the idea to do it.
Santino wants me to make the first move, which means he’s ok with me doing that. So, there’s no reason for me to be afraid.
Before I left for Italy, I packed a few lingerie pieces just in case. I slip one of them on now. It’s a slinky red nightgown, one that hugs my body in all the right places.
