I forced my gaze back up, only to meet Anna抯 coy smile. 揕ike what you see??
Like? I was fucking mesmerized. 揥hy did you scream??
揟he water suddenly turned ice cold.?
I narrowed my eyes as I walked closer to her. I grabbed a towel and held it out to her. She needed to cover herself if I wanted to focus on anything but her body. 揌ere.?She took the towel with a cocked eyebrow, but simply held it in her hand instead of wrapping it around herself.
Gritting my teeth, I reached inside the shower stall only to feel warm water. 揟he water抯 warm.?
Anna held her fingers beneath the stream. I really tried to ignore how close her naked body was to mine, how good she smelled, how much I wanted to reach out and pull her against me. Her lips formed an 揙？when she felt the water. She gave me a sheepish smile. 揑t was cold, I swear.?
揑 told you to stop your games.?
揑 don抰 play any games, Santino. You抮e being pissed on principle because you don抰 want to be here.?
Damn right. I took a step back from her, needing more distance between her tantalizing naked body and me.
Things were slipping out of my control. I could practically feel it. I hated that Anna had that much control over me, and I just wanted to get my control back. 揌ave you ever considered that I didn抰 want to leave my entire life, my family and friends, behind? All for you??
Santino looked absolutely furious. I swallowed. I hadn抰 asked him, it was true. Santino being my shadow had become my reality. I could hardly remember a time when he hadn抰 been my protector, and I didn抰 want to imagine a time when he抎 ever not be anymore.
揧ou are right,?I said quietly. 揂nd if being in Paris to protect me is too much for you, then I抣l ask Dad to exchange you for another bodyguard.?
Santino made a dismissive gesture. 揑抦 not in the mood for that long-ass flight so soon again. Not to mention that none of the other bodyguards would be able to tolerate your moods.?
I widened my eyes. 揈xcusez moi, you are constantly on edge because of my supposed moods. I doubt anyone would handle them worse than you do.?
揑抦 doing my job, that抯 all. I抦 the only person who doesn抰 try to schmooze with you to get in your dad抯 good graces.?
揚ity,?I muttered. He was one of the few people I wouldn抰 mind being schmoozed by.
He shook his head again. 揟ake a shower and go to bed. And if you scream again, I won抰 come running.?He turned, giving me a look at his strong back and perfectly shaped butt in the low-hanging sweatpants.
He threw the door shut with more force than necessary. With a small smile, I stepped back into the shower stall. I hadn抰 lied when I抎 said the water had been freezing, but now it was pleasantly warm.
I leaned back against the tiles, closing my eyes so I could replay the look of awe that had taken hold of Santino抯 face when he抎 seen me naked. My belly clenched thinking about how close he抎 been, how good he抎 smelled. And his furious expression?
I allowed my fingers to glide down between my legs and find my already needy clit. One angry look from Santino did more to me than kissing Maurice or Clifford had done. I began stroking myself, regretting that I hadn抰 found time to unpack my toys yet. But even without toys, it didn抰 take me long to orgasm.
But it only left me wanting more.
Santino sat on the sofa and watched BBC on the small TV when I left the bathroom a little while later. He抎 put on a T-shirt. I was in my favorite ruby-colored silk chemise and matching hipsters. Santino briefly glanced my way before he returned his attention to the screen.
I walked over to him and perched on the armrest beside him.
揥hat do you want??
I watched his face, the hard line of his mouth, the wary glint in his eyes. 揑抎 have never pegged you a coward.?
He tensed. 揑抦 not a coward, Cherie.?
My heart thudded hearing him call me by the French endearment. He didn抰 mean it in a kind way but I loved the sound all the same. I shrugged. 揧ou抮e scared of me.?
Santino gave me a condescending smile.
揧ou are. You抮e scared because you want me.?
揝ince when are you an expert on spotting a man抯 desire??
I hated how abrasive he could be, how easily he could brush me off when I knew what I抎 seen in the bathroom. 揥hen I kissed Maurice and Clifford, I could see their desire for me. Clifford抯 a good kisser, by the way.?
It wasn抰 a straight-out lie. I assumed Clifford was a good kisser considering his success with the ladies. Only because I hadn抰 particularly enjoyed it didn抰 mean he wasn抰。
Fury gleamed in Santino抯 eyes. He could say what he wanted but he hated that I抎 kissed other guys.
揧ou don抰 want to bang me, but you look pissed when I talk about kissing other men.?