Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Still devouring my mouth, he embraced me, pulling my body against his.
Damn, Giorgio.
The panties fell from my hand.
Moaning again, I clung to him, riding the sparks of passion moving through us. It was heaven. I felt like I was floating in the clouds among angels.
Plus, this kiss was different from the one last night. With David’s kiss, my body and pussy throbbed with hot yearning, instantly I was desperate to have him.
With Giorgio’s kiss, flames of passion burned and then blazed through me, searing my soul with ecstasy.
Honestly, I didn’t know which kiss I preferred better, just that I never wanted to choose between the kisses.
Was it selfish to want both their kisses and the men, all the time and every day?
When Giorgio broke the kiss, I panted and looked up at him. My chest rose and fell like I’d been running.
“I will not stop pursuing you, Blue.”
“O. . .kay.”
“And King David will have to step aside.”
At the mention of David, I edged back. “Hold on.”
Giorgio quirked his brows. “What do you mean hold on?”
“I am a single woman capable of dating who I want and making my own choices—”
“Dating? Is that what you think we will be doing?”
“What else would it be, Giorgio?”
“My intentions are utter possession.”
“Excuse me?”
“You will only be with me—”
“Giorgio, be happy that I am willing to even date you with all these complications of the Brotherhood and Corsican—”
“You will not be dating David.”
I pointed my finger at him. “David and you will not tell me what I can or cannot do. I have had quite enough of the both of you.”
Giorgio frowned. “I am all for a woman’s independence, but you will get David killed if you think that is how it will be—”
“What?” I moved away from him. “If you are saying that, then we are a no.”
“You do not make that decision.”
“Out of my room.” I gestured to the door. “You are insane.”
He remained there and crossed his arms over his chest. “What do you mean David will not tell you what to do either?”
“Why are you asking questions, instead of leaving?”
Giorgio gazed around. “Does he know about the flowers?”
I sighed. “Yes. And he wants to talk to you about it, but I have told him that I will—”
“Oh no. I truly would love to talk to David about the flowers.” Rage covered Giorgio’s face. Where once he appeared like a sexy model taking a coffee break from a runway event, now I saw the true essence of him—violence and murder.
What the hell would Maxwell tell me to do? I must talk to him about this. I need better instructions on how to manage.
I calmed my voice. “Giorgio, there is no need for you two to talk about anything. If I am dating you both then. . .that is just. . .what it is.”
Death lay in his eyes.
“And. . .I do want to say. . .thank you for all of your romancing.” I pointed to the breathtaking roses. “After everything I went through last night, this was a much needed and appreciated surprise.”
His angry expression softened.
“I was so happy to see the flowers. No one has ever done anything like this for me.”
The smirk returned.
But, did he. . .invite me to the roof? How can I ask without starting a new argument?
“And. . .” I cleared my throat. “Let’s say. . .if you asked me to go up to the roof for a romantic dinner, that would be nice too. . .if that’s what you did. . .or would do. . .”
He raised one eyebrow.
God, I am so bad at this. Like really fucking bad.
Giorgio studied me. “Did someone ask you to have a romantic dinner on the roof?”
Jesus Christ. That wasn’t Giorgio either.
“No.” I shook my head. “I am just saying that—”
“I ask because when Louis and I were monitoring activity in the hotel to find your room, the hotel staff was ordered to place several items on the roof. I found the list interesting—candles, gold dinnerware, a bouquet of blue roses, etc.”
I tapped my barefoot on the carpet. “Interesting.”
“Very.”
“Would you. . .happen to know who ordered the delivery up there?”
“I would.”
Excitement hit me. “Good. Who was it?”
“You do not know?”
“Giorgio, why would I ask you who it was, if I did know?”
“So, there is nothing going on between you two?”
“I do not even know who did it?”
“But, are you dating others?”
“Besides. . .I guess you and David that is a no.”
“You are not dating David.”
I held out my hands. “Who the fuck ordered the stuff to the roof?”
His phone rang.
“You have too many damned admirers.” He scowled at me, pulled the phone out, and placed it against his ear. “Yes, Louis? I am aware of the meeting. We are on our way. Yes. I said we. Let everyone know that Blue had to put her clothes on.”