Page 25 of My Super Sexy Spy
“You were so drunk, I’m surprised you even remembered.”
“Well, it wouldn’t have mattered if I remembered or not, because I was planning on going to Florence today anyway. We probably would have run into each other.”
My jaw dropped. “Are you kidding? Two people who happen to be in the same city and we would have just run into each other? I doubt it.”
“Trust me. We’re both going to see all the same things. There’s this huge piazza with this crazy church. We totally would have run into each other there.”
“You’ve been there before? You gave me the impression this was your first trip out of the country.”
“It is. I’m going off the pictures and the fact that as tourists we’re most likely to do the same tourist things.”
Nope. I wasn’t buying it. “You know what I think? I think you heard me say I was going to Florence and you changed your plans so you could follow me. Because you had a good time with me yesterday.”
He looked at me then, his expression more serious than I’d ever seen it. “And what if I cop to that? Would you get weird about it?”
I shifted in my seat. I guess not. We did have fun together in Venice. He obviously wasn’t any kind of threat to me given that we shared a bed and he didn’t once try to cop a feel. While he wasn’t exactly the model I might have selected to take book- worthy pictures with, we sort of looked good together.
Still, I had my pride. “You shouldn’t have bailed this morning without a note. That was not cool.”
“Not cool was passing out in your bed, Beth. But I promise I won’t do that again. Leave you without letting you know.”
I shrugged. “Fine. Whatever. If you want to see the big naked guy, we can do that together. We’ll need to arrange things, though, since we’re probably not staying at the same hotel.”
“I’m staying at the Hilton,” he said.
“Me, too,” I said, my eyes narrowing. That couldn’t have been a coincidence, but how would he know where I was staying? I didn’t say anything about that last night.
“See?” He lifted his hands. “Great minds think alike.”
“Just make sure you find your way to your own room tonight.”
He smiled cheekily and it was hard to stay mad at him. “Yes, ma’am.”
“It’s called The David by the way.”
“Yep, know that, too. Now if you don’t mind, I’m still a wee bit hungover from last night so I’m going to close my eyes and rest up for our afternoon together.”
I didn’t say anything, just watched him tilt his head back on the seat, his Adam’s apple a prominent feature on his throat. Actually, it was a really nice neck in general. I sort of had this weird compulsion to lean over and bite it. Right at the base where it met his collar bone.
I closed my eyes and had to shake off that feeling.
This was safe Ted. He probably didn’t even like having his neck bitten.
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Piazza della Signoria
Florence
“I can’t believe how small his dick was. That has to mean Michelangelo had a small dick, right?”
I glared at Ted even as I watched him dig into his shrimp scampi. “Are you kidding me right now? We just saw one of the most remarkable pieces of art ever created and you’re talking about the dick on the statue.”
Ted shook his head. “I’m telling you, no guy who is hung is going to create a naked statue with a tiny dick.”
“It’s David!” I argued. “From the story of David and Goliath. He’s supposed to be small.”
Ted shook his head as he bit into his shrimp and did that thing where he closed his eyes while chewing. Only when he was done did he point his fork in my direction.
