“You drive me wild Chasmin,” he whispers. I touch his nose with a finger. He kisses my finger, closing his eyes with a smile on his lips.I want you, Lance.I’m not afraid to admit it.
Chapter 6
LANCE
Istareupatthe ceiling, tracing the intricate designs. I caress Chasmin’s back, her soft lavender cologne wrapping around me.I’m in bed with her again.I don’t regret it; in fact, I like having her in my arms and not worrying about anything else. She makes it feel so easy.
I came to Italy expecting that all would be business; but with her here with me, it’s been better than I imagine. I laugh more, smile more, and become more open around her. Might I add, we’re having amazing sex. I laugh low, creating a rumble in my chest. Chasmin mumbles something in her sleep, tightening her arms around me.
I look out the window. The curtains part, letting in the early morning light. I remember Chasmin standing there, her hands pressed to both sides of the window. Of course, I remember her screaming my name. It’s a good thing I had the house cleared before we entered. Who knows how many people would have heard us.My God, she’s vocal and I love it.
Even feeling her supple curvaceous clinging to my body makes me want to take her again with my rising need. “You’re getting naughty again,” she mumbles, her lips brushing my pecs. She sucks gently on my nipple. I frown. “No reaction? I thought we’re all sensitive here.” She rubs on the nipple sleepily.
“I’m not very sensitive there. My neck and kissing down my body will set me off like a rocket. Good morning, angel.” I touch her thin brow, twirling a lock of her hair with my finger.
“Sexy talk. I’m beginning to like that. It feels a bit more down to earth to wake up in a house after living in your penthouse. It surprises me how easily you fit in.” She draws circles on my chest, pouting.
I gaze into her limpid blue eyes. She has a healthy red glow on her cheeks, and her lips are moist from her always licking or biting them. “Don’t be so surprised, but my father ensured that we were exposed to a simple life. Unlike the life we were born into and the life he lived, he made sure we were down to earth about what matters. He took me and my siblings to the vineyard annually; it soon became a family tradition. Since he died, my brothers and I haven’t returned here at the same time. The memory still cuts deep.”
“I’m so sorry about your father, he sounds like an amazing guy.”
“The best there ever was.”
She settles on the side of the bed, her long black hair falling behind her. She rests the side of her head on her hand, looking at me. “Do you wish to be like him?”
I think that over for a while before shaking my head. “No. I’m obviously influenced by him. I appreciate him, but I am my own person. Father would roll over in his grave if we ever become copies of him. He wanted us to live our lives how we wanted and not because he needed us to be a certain way.”
“If only things could go a certain way,” she says mournfully.
I sit up, worried about the sad note in her voice. “What do you mean?”
She sits up too, pushing her hair to her back. Her full round breasts jiggle with the movement. She doesn’t rush to cover herself up; she’s getting comfortable around me. “With our relationship, how do you think the world will receive us? My co-workers will think that I didn’t earn my position. I am only in it because I am sleeping with you. I really need this job and have worked hard to earn it. I can’t afford for the news to come out that we are sleeping together. I will lose the respect of my colleagues. I don’t want that. In Particular, the Human Resource department will have a field day. They won’t come after you, but they would have no qualms firing me. I expect once the news gets to them, I will be expecting a letter on my desk, terminating my employment.” She looks aggrieved and tired. It must have been weighing deeply on her mind.
I get out of the bed, pulling my briefs up. I move to her side of the bed and sit. I take her hand, caressing her cheek with my thumb. “It will be fine,” I say with certainty, hoping to alleviate her worry.
“But, Lance, the media scandal will ruin us both, particularly me. We have to be careful, I don’t know what I’d do if that ever happens. Why aren’t you bothered?” She punches my chest lightly, frowning.
I smooth her furrowed eyebrows, kissing her forehead. “Look at me, Chasmin. With me here, there is nothing to fear. I understand the implication of our relationship, and I promise to protect you from whatever may happen. I need you to trust me on that.” She sighs, pressing her forehead to mine.
I bring our noses together and rub hers. She giggles, wrapping her arms around me and nuzzling my neck. “When you talk like that, the fear I feel seems so insignificant.”
I smile, touching her silky hair. “Now that’s off your mind. Let’s do what we came to Italy for.”
“Work?”
I pinch her cheek. “No, to have fun.” I carry her out of bed. She yells in delight, tightening her arms around my neck, kissing my cheek. I feel so light around her, and I want to hear her laugh more. We get dressed and leave the room. I work with the supervisor, witnessing first-hand the attention to details and following up on our progress in fulfilling all the orders and obligations we have scheduled.
Usually, the staff does what is expected of them, but with Lorenzo breathing down my neck, I want to double and triple check to be sure everything is in order. Chasmin is particularly curious about the wine-making operation and sticks around to see much of the process.
The sun is beginning to set after we enjoy a traditional Italian meal in the shed surrounded by the scent of the grapes. Chasmin is wiping her lips delicately, sighing in contentment. “This is quite nice. I’ll try preparing for this next time. The flavors are so good.” She licks her lips, batting her eyelashes at me. I stare, finding her more beautiful each minute. “Do I have something on my face?” She touches her face lightly.
“Yes. You can’t reach it. Come.” I suppress a smile. She stands, obediently walking to me. I pat my thighs for her to sit. She looks around before doing so. I use my finger to stop her from looking around, bringing her attention to me. Her large eyes are so clear and innocent I gaze at them for a moment.
“You don’t have to worry about anything here. You should keep your eyes on me, always. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes. So, what do I have on my face?” She tilts her head in confusion.
I take her wandering hand away from her face. She follows my finger with her eyes as I lay it on her lips, tracing the shape of her lip. “You have these gorgeous lips that I need to take care of.” She giggles, leaning into me. Her silk blouse has a v-cut giving me a full view of her cleavage.