Page 28 of Immoral

His dark eyes twinkle. Mischief fills his expression, making flutters erupt in my gut. "Are you ready?"

I manage to mutter, "Yeah."

In the same way he always takes charge, he sweeps me through the room, into the hallway, and through the building.

"Where are we going?" I question when we're in the lobby.

"The restaurant."

"Oh."

He adds, "There's not a lot around here."

"No?" I ask.

He eyes me over then his lips twitch. "Nope. Designed to keep people relaxed at the spa and fucking in their rooms."

I laugh. I can't help it. All Gianni thinks about is sex. I'd never complained in the past. He's an animal that's never satiated. And I wasn’t unhappy to be his prey.

Maybe that's why he always got bored with me. I never was enough. He'll always need multiple people to keep him interested.

The thought stops me laughing right as we approach the restaurant. The hostess glances at me then Gianni. Her smile widens, and she bats her eyes. "You must be Mr. Marino?"

He nods. "That's correct."

She tosses her hair over her shoulder. "Have you traveled a long way?"

Here we go,I think, shifting on my feet. It's not new for women to flirt with Gianni, even when I'm standing in front of them.

"Far enough. Is our table ready?" Gianni questions in his annoyed voice. Most people would recognize it as rude, but it never bothered me.

The hostess seems oblivious to it. She leans across the stand and lowers her voice. "Is that an East Coast accent I detect?"

Gianni tugs me close to his side. "Yes. So, our table? Is it available?"

She steps to the side of the wooden platform and tilts her head. She puts her hand on his arm. "What part of the East Coast?"

Every jealous bone in my body flares. Gianni may not be encouraging her, but it's another reminder of our issues. I snap, "Is the manager around?"

She furrows her brows and pins her gaze on me, as if noticing for the first time I'm here. "Yes. Of course. Why do you need a manager?"

I seethe, "To tell them how their employee won't keep her eyes or hands off my husband."

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Gianni

It's getting harderto stop my grin from forming. For the last five minutes, Cara's been talking to the manager. The hostess is trying to claim innocence, but my tesoro isn't letting her off the hook.

I'm used to women flirting with me. But the last thing I needed was this one giving Cara another reminder about why she doesn't trust me. At first, I was annoyed by the hostess's attention, but now I'm kind of grateful for it. Someone should pop some popcorn for me. Every time I hear Cara enunciatemy husbandand give the hostess more daggers with her glare, pride sweeps through me. Plus, my dick's so hard right now that if I weren't aware that it's been days since she's eaten, I wouldn't even make it back to the room with her. I'd find a dark corner to remind her of the benefitsher husbandoffers.

"Ma'am, I can assure you this was a mistake that won't happen again." The manager tries to reason with my wife for the tenth time.

My wife.

Elation flows through me. I finally got what I wanted. The ironic part is the Abruzzos gave me my window of opportunity.

I'm still taking all of them out.

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