Page 36 of Dangerous Attraction

“Now, I’m ready to eat.”

“Goddamn, woman. I don’t want to know where you learned to do that, but I’m definitely going to want it again.”

“Well, I just learned how much I love your cock, and I wanted to show it my appreciation by giving it one-on-one time. Anytime you want to bury yourself inside my throat, just ask.”

She stood and sauntered toward the counter. I could tell she was sore by her movements, but knew her newfound need for sex was going to override any soreness she felt.

My eyes trailed behind her. Her ass was perfectly round, topping off the most luscious legs I’d ever seen. Seeing her stand there as naked as the day she was born caused my cock to stir again. I had a feeling I was going to have a permanent erection anytime she was around. It was a good thing she liked my cock, since I had a feeling she’d be seeing it often.

twenty-three

MADISON

Two days later…

Being alone in the apartment was weird. I’d grown accustomed to Massimo and me sharing a living space. More than once, I mentioned getting a place of my own. But he’d just grunt something unintelligible and change the subject. Sunday morning, I woke with a delicious soreness in my body. I smiled, remembering how it felt to wake with his body wrapped around mine.

I had been living in true bliss until I remembered he told me he was leaving that morning. While I understood his family needed him, I couldn’t help feeling a pang of sadness. I knew it was silly, seeing as we only knew each other for four days. After sharing my body with him, I felt as though I knew him longer. The vibration in my pocket reminded me of how serious he was about this relationship or whatever was happening between us.

Before he was whisked away on his flight to Sicily, he surprised me with a phone. He claimed it was for his sanity, not mine. Being away from me this early on wasn’t something he wanted, but it was too early to introduce me to his parents—especially while the health of his grandfather was in question. I didn’t know what it was like to have a family. Losing mine at an early age and being thrust into the system jaded me in a way I hadn’t realized until now.

Massimo hasn’t tried to pry into my history. He knew something was keeping me at arms-length. I promised to share that part of myself when he returned. Maybe then he’d understand why I was so hesitant to fit into his world. He was a powerful, rich man who could have any woman he wanted. I was just me—an orphan who, until four days ago, barely had two pennies to rub together. Not to mention there was almost a decade between us in age. He was twenty-eight, turning twenty-nine this year. I was turning twenty-one in three weeks, making us eight years apart. I worried he would tire of me, leaving me broken-hearted and jobless again.

Tugging the phone from my pocket, I grinned. He’d been sending me text messages often. We’d spoken on the phone Sunday right after he arrived in Sicily, but since then, we’d only been messaging.

Grabbing my backpack, I headed to the elevator. I had class in thirty minutes and didn’t want to be late. Reading his message, I replied, telling him I was on my way to class and would text him after. My finger paused over the heart emoji.

Should I send it, or would it send the wrong message?

I was falling for him, but was it love yet?

Even though my heart whispered it was, my head insisted it was still too soon to confess such things. I locked the screen and tucked it away. As I rounded the corner, heading toward the front entrance, Freddy, Massimo’s driver, called out to me.

“Miss Hart!” he waved, speed walking toward me. “I have the car around back.”

I rubbed my head, confused. “Car?”

“Yes.” He took my backpack from me. “Mr. Anastasi has assigned me as your personal driver.”

“Personal driver,” I repeated like a robot.

Chuckling, he grinned. “You seem surprised.”

“You could say that. He didn’t mention this to me.”

“Well, it looks like I’m yours. Let’s get you to class, shall we?” He held out an arm, waving me forward.

“Sure.” I walked in front of him, wondering how this looked to the other employees. I didn’t want them to think I was a gold digger after Massimo’s attention. Staying in his apartment, the cell phone, and now a personal driver made me look like I was sleeping with him for his money.

“Miss Hart?” Freddy stared at the open door to the SUV. I’d zoned out and was just standing there, staring.

“Oh, sorry.”

Freddy set the bag inside and helped me in. Once I was seated, I pulled my phone out. Massimo had to stop with the lavish gifts. I worked hard to get where I was in my life, and I didn’t need him tarnishing that by having everyone label me as the girl who sleeps with people to get what she wants.

Me:Massimo, a personal driver, really? We need to talk about this. I don’t want people thinking we’re together because I want your money.

Massimo:I don’t care what they think.

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