Page 13 of Claimed By My Stalker

“And ruin the surprise? No way!”

He rows us out to a lily pad area with scores of geese. Carlo brings out a handful of corn from a bag at his side and throws it to the birds. The geese cackle loudly trying to get as much corn as they can.

“Would you like to try?” he asks.

I nod eagerly and receive a handful of corn from him, I split it into two and throw it in two directions laughing as the geese flap around splashing a great deal of water on us.

Across the other side of the shore, there’s a tent set up and a group of people standing by. At first, I’m a bit confused until I see a cello with a person positioned behind it and then I start to get an idea of what I’m getting into.

Carlo helps me off the boat and leads me to the setup. The crew of four gives us a low polite bow. "Carrie, they’ll be entertaining us with music, anything you’d like them to play?”

I think long and hard. “I’ve always liked Pachelbel.”

"Say no more miss," one of the musicians says with a grin.

The band begins with canon in D. I turn around to find Carlo stretching out a bouquet of sunflowers. I take a few involuntary steps backward startled by the gesture.

“Scared of sunflowers now?”

“N..No… I… I love them!” I stutter. “How did you know these were my favorite flowers”

“I didn't,” Carlo replies with a wink.

I clutch the flowers close to my chest sniffing them every chance I get. For the first time, I look above and see we’re surrounded by pine trees in an almost perfect circle. Carlo is starting a fire and setting a skewer right above it. He takes out a big slab of red meat and slams it on a polished surface. I try to grab a knob of garlic but he beats me to it. With fascination, I watch Carlo crush the cluster of garlic in one knife press, he gathers the pulpy parts and throws them into a bowl, discarding the shells.

"Let me take care of this," he says.

The private orchestra switches to Clair De Lune in an upbeat tempo.

I tug at Carlo's shirt. "Dance with me"

"You don't want to see me dance," he says warily.

“Of course, I do, how bad could it be?” I take his herb-stained hand and try to sway with him. I should have listened to his warning. I haven’t seen a dancer as rigid as Carlo, and unable to hold my laughter in anymore, I break off the dance and cover my mouth with my palm laughing uncontrollably as he stares at me in embarrassment.

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Carlo and I spend the night in a cabin nearby, according to him, he owns the land and several other acres of it that lay beyond. It’s nothing like the cabins I’m used to, the luxury timber cabin stands strong and sturdy well hidden behind a group of oak trees.

I snuggle up against him with my eyes on the wide screen before us. A few times, I feel him staring at me, even with my eyes still glued to the screen. As much as I appear fixated on the movie, so much is going on in my mind, the smell of his cologne and the heat from his body make it so hard to concentrate.

I decide to bring up something, perhaps that will keep my mind in check. “Enzo told me your room is off limits… to me.”

“He isn’t wrong?”

I glance up at him. “What could you possibly be hiding in there?”

Carlo shrugs .“You know… Confidential material.”

I remain silent and try to pretend to stay focused on the movie.

He holds my chin and raises my face up. “Hey, you can always call me whenever you need me.” Our eyes stay glued to each other. I feel a heat rise in my body and I know it has nothing to do with the fireplace. He breaks eye contact and his eyes settle on my lips. I give in and throw myself at him. Our mouths collide violently, biting each other’s lips and exchanging labored breaths, finally letting out all that pent-up sexual energy.

He pins me down till I lay on my back on the couch, writhing against his rock-hard body pressed against me as we kiss. Carlo presses his body further against mine till I can feel his hardened member against my thigh.

He tries to take off my dress but it gets stuck somewhere along my jawline. Together we struggle to get the piece of clothing past my head and just when I’m about to suggest he rip it off, the dress slides past my hair. I let out an embarrassed giggle as I unclasp my bra exposing my full and perky breasts.

His eyes ravage my laid-out body on the couch.

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