Page 45 of Immoral

He barks more orders in Italian then says, "Ciao."

I concentrate on what undergarments to wear, wishing I had some granny panties and a sports bra to hide in, but there's no such luck. Gianni made sure everything was sexy and risqué, pretty much guaranteeing that he'll be imagining me in them all day.

He's so predictable.

I used to love it when he bought me lingerie.

Look where that got me.

He stands behind me and circles his arm around my waist, tugging me against his hard frame. The delicious aroma of his skin flares in my nostrils, creating warmth in my blood. His mouth hits my ear, and I stiffen. "I made us a reservation for breakfast and booked us a full afternoon at the spa. Nothing but the best for my wife."

My flutters take off. I tilt my head up, questioning, "You're going, too?" In the past, Gianni wouldn't spend a lot of time at the spa when I had treatments because he said anything more than a massage required too much of his time. He had a business to run, claiming going off the grid for an entire afternoon was impossible.

"Sure am."

I turn to him. "What about your business?"

He tugs me closer, smiling. "Don't worry about it. Everything is fine."

"In the past, you said—"

"I know what I said. From now on, I'm making different decisions."

My pulse races. "Like what?"

He tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear then palms my cheek. "Enjoying life with my wife."

Tense silence erupts all around us. I swallow hard, fighting the urge to believe him and at the same time order him to stop making promises I know he won't keep. It's not that his business ventures ever bothered me. If anything, I respect him because of how he conducts himself and the dedication he has to making things happen. But more time with him where we're focused on each other isn't something I would have ever passed over. Now, I shouldn't want it because it'll just confuse things further.

"I'm serious, tesoro," he firmly declares.

I still don't reply. More than anything, I want to believe him that this can be our new reality forever.

If only I could forget our history.

He inhales slowly. "I'll prove it to you. I need to get ready so we aren't late for our reservations. Your suit is in your new bag."

"Suit?"

"For the pools."

"Oh," I reply, still unsure what this resort offers.

He releases me and gives me a chaste kiss.

I watch him go into the bathroom then glance around the room. There's a rose gold, oversized Gucci bag. I open it and pull out a skimpy bikini.

"Have to hand it to him. He's got excellent taste," I mutter. I toss it back inside, select a matching panty and bra set. The material is black with a bit of red running through it. I slide them on then go to the closet and assess the outfits.

Everything looks way too fancy for a day at the spa. I open the bathroom door and call out, "By any chance did you get me anything casual?"

He sticks his head out of the shower and grins. "Yep. Yoga pants, tops, and a wrap are in the second drawer."

I can't help but smile. "Thanks."

He winks then returns to his shower.

If only he weren't so charmingly sexy.

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