Iâd already planned the next thing I was going to complain about.
There hadnât been any hot water. In fact, it had been freezing cold when I washed my hands.
So I was going to bitch about that â
When I saw him in the bedroom and stopped in my tracks.
Massimo had pulled off his shoes and socksâ¦
Then taken off his suit and shirt and was hanging them up in the wardrobe.
Which meant he was standing there wearing nothing but black boxer shorts.
And OHâ¦
MYâ¦
GOD.
Iâd been attracted to him before.
But seeing him now, half-naked?
I think I spontaneously ovulated.
He was already super tall and handsome â
And I knew from when he threw me over his shoulder that he was incredibly well-built.
But I had no idea.
His musclesâ¦
His arms, his shoulders, his backâ¦
He made Henry Cavill look puny.
He made Chris Hemsworth in the Thor movies look like a runt.
And his absâ¦
Oh my god, Iâve never seen abs like that.
There was only a tiny lamp in the corner providing any illumination, so the room was just halfway lit â
But his abs were, like, throwing shadows.
DAMN.
His thighs were huge⦠like small tree trunksâ¦
His calves were big as cantaloupesâ¦
And his ass!
I couldâve just stared at his ass for hours.
It was, like, this amazing bubble butt.
Like, BAM!
Just like, Hey, Iâm the perfect ass, Imma hang out here under this guyâs underwear if you wanna cop a feel.
I just wanted to walk over and grab his ass in both hands and squeeze.
Fuck that â
I wanted to BITE it. Sink my teeth into it.
UNH.
He was a little hairy â his chest, arms, and legs, anyway â but not over the top.
I liked that more than I thought I would.
The guys Iâd slept with in the past hadnât been hairy at all. Shaved chests, that sort of thing. Some of them had been pretty hot â
But next to Massimo, they were downright scrawny. Like 13-year-old boys standing next to Mr. Universe.
Massimo finished hanging up his shirt and suit and looked over at me.
âWhat?â he asked.
I gestured helplessly towards the bathroom.
âThe, uh⦠the waterâsâ¦â
I couldnât form a coherent sentence, so I just abandoned the thought.
âIs that the bed?â I asked, prying my eyes away from his body.
âYes, thatâs the bed,â he said in a voice like Duh, you IDIOT.
That sparked my temper and snapped me out of my daze.
Fuckinâ asshole.
Youâre gonna pay for that.
âAre you through in the bathroom?â he asked.
âYes,â I said. I tried to sound bitchy, but didnât quite pull it off because I got distracted by his abs again.
God damn him for being so hot.
âAlright, Iâm going to take a leak and then Iâm going to bed,â he said as he brushed past me.
I was going to say something like TMI â too much informationâ¦
But his massive arm brushed against me â
His giant, sculpted, bare arm.
That was just as naked as 90% of the rest of him.
And I kind of forgot about everything else.
âOkay,â I said as I watched him go past me and disappear into the bathroom.
Actually, I didnât watch HIM disappear into the bathroom so much as I watched his ass disappear into the bathroom.
It was only when the door slammed shut that the spell was broken.
Okay, FUCK that guy.
He thinks HEâS hot?
YOUâRE hot, too.
Letâs fuck âim up.
I had one card up my sleeve that I knew he couldnât beat, no matter what:
I was the granddaughter of la Vedova â the Widow of Venice.
I didnât care how many kidnappers heâd saved me from.
If he so much as touched me, Nona would cut his dick off and put his balls in a jar.
And he knew it.
And that was how I was going to make him pay.
I grinned.
This was going to be fun.